It's been fifteen or sixteen years already!
His daily ascetic cultivation had long made Wang Ping forget about the County Magistrate of Shu County. Back then, he and Feng Miao had almost plotted to kill the man. 'Considering the time that's passed, he must be almost sixty by now,' Wang Ping thought. 'If he weren't a Qi Cultivator, a man that age would already have one foot in the grave.'
'He's still causing trouble at this age?'
Grumbling was one thing, but the matter still had to be investigated. Wang Ping was actually quite curious to know what this County Magistrate—no, this Assistant Governor—was plotting this time.
However, his Foundation Establishment was at a critical stage, making it impossible for him to investigate personally. After a moment's thought, he settled on a candidate: his apprentice, Yang Zhiping, who was currently out gaining experience.
