Zhang Dao Ling gazed at the empty inner courtyard. The memory of killing Zhang Huan with his own hands surfaced, and a flicker of sorrow passed through him.
He quickly suppressed the feeling.
He returned to his room, lit an oil lamp, and resumed his contemplation.
...
Outside, Shen Bai walked down the street, observing the constables around him.
After a sweep with his Void-breaking Red Eye, his expression was placid, but his mind was racing.
'Zhang Dao Ling is certainly cautious. These are all regular constables, not members of the Demonic Forces. They'll only report my daily comings and goings.'
The constables beside him were beaded with sweat, looking extremely tense.
Of course they were nervous. After all, they were facing Daoist Si of Lingyun Dao.
On top of that, this Daoist Si and their Lord Zhang seemed to be on very bad terms.
Now, with this latest stunt, the situation had become even more serious.
