The shadow of the ancestral temple assassination case loomed over the entire Nanwei Prefecture, and whispers filled with fear and suspicion permeated the streets.
The lowered voices of a few Jianghu men at the neighboring table reached his ears.
"Have you heard? That harbinger of misfortune... West Factory Battalion Commander Chen Yi! Right here in Nanwei!"
"What?! Truly? That court-wanted Battalion Commander Chen?"
"Absolutely true, the news came from Chuannan's Divine Sect! They say the Annan Royal Mansion is harboring this court-wanted criminal! That bunch from the Divine Sect... hey, they're trying to push him into the prince's fiery pit, forcing him onto a dead-end road!"
"Hiss... Is the Prince Mansion truly harboring a court criminal?! If the court finds out..."
