He patrolled the Fishery daily as usual.
Liu He and Sun Xiaomiao privately whispered about why Li Tie and Zhang Wei had suddenly disappeared, their hearts full of suspicion.
Only Old Zhao seemed to have guessed some of the truth, but he remained silent.
This was precisely the survival strategy that had allowed him to live peacefully at the Fishery for thirty years.
Don't take what isn't yours, and don't ask what isn't your business.
Chen Qing waited in silence. By the third day, he knew the matter was no longer a major issue.
Sure enough.
On the fifth day, a Steward from the Sect's Affairs Department arrived at Nanze No. 7 Fishery.
The man in the lead wore the uniform of an Affairs Department Steward. He had a square face; it was the very same Steward Zhu who had been in charge of testing Root Bones and registering information when Chen Qing first joined the Wutai Sect.
He was followed by several disciples with impressive skills.
