But now, the problem was that there was no one else left in all of Da Qi. This was the only place that looked remotely decent; elsewhere, people were so hungry they were gnawing on grass.
If there are no other suspects, then even the tiniest possibility is worth considering. That means it could only be them.
Although the sky showed no hint of change, in Li Huowang's heart, the hours were still ticking away.
Just after the fourth hour had passed, footsteps sounded from outside the granary. It was Chan Du, and his hands were empty.
The composed Chan Du respectfully performed a Buddhist salute toward Li Huowang, who was sitting on the sacks of grain. "Benefactor Li, through the efforts of the Qian family, we've pinpointed the location of your sword!"
"Please, Benefactor Li, accompany us. You can witness for yourself that the prior assassination attempt was not our doing."
