Ye Baiyi glanced at him and ignored him. It was almost as if Ye Baiyi’s tolerance of him had increased by plenty ever since Wen Kexing had boldly promised to take his life within ten years. Pointing at Liu Qianqiao, he said coolly, “I came over because I was chasing a thief. Just as I was about to catch him, this woman suddenly leapt out, blocking my path insistently, and the thief escaped.”

Zhou Zishu frowned as he regarded Liu Qianqiao, and asked Ye Baiyi, “Thief? Senior is so loftily above mortal affairs, but has become a constable who arrests thieves? What thief is so remarkable, what did he steal?”

Ye Baiyi said, “The night after you left, the Gao Family Manor was burgled. What else could have they stolen?”

Wen Kexing and Zhou Zishu looked at each other, stunned--what kind of person was that, who had the ability to steal from the heavily guarded Gao Family Manor?

Ye Baiyi cast an eye at Zhou Zishu, and said, “Kid, you’d better watch out. Shen Zhen is dead.”

Even with his quick reflexes, Zhou Zishu could not help but pause, wondering what Shen Zhen’s death had to do with him and why he had to be cautious. Before he could speak, Wen Kexing had already asked on his behalf, “So what?”

Ye Baiyi didn’t answer, but raised his head to look past the two of them. A very distinct line formed between his brows--unbelievably, this stone buddha frowned.

A frosty harrumph sounded from behind the two of them, and someone said, “Of course it has to do with you. That day, Hero Gao received a note. On it was written, ‘If you want Zhang Chengling alive, exchange the Lapis Armour for it’. Out of concern for the son of an old friend, Hero Shen immediately left to trace the sender down, but when we found him, he was already a corpse. In his hand, he was still gripping a note identical to the one Hero Gao had received, and the Gao Family Manor was burgled that night. You tell us, what does it have to do with you?”

Hearing a disorganised mess of footsteps, Zhou Zishu knew that a huge crowd had arrived. Suspicion rising in his heart, he turned around and discovered that the one who had spoken was the Cangsan Sect Leader Huang Daoren, whom he had sent flying that day. Huang Daoren was unusually smug when he had spoken; together with his rat-like features, he looked like a gigantic rodent whose tail was sticking straight up in great pomposity.

Zhou Zishu didn’t know why, but his hands and feet were suddenly itching to send him flying another time.

Not too far behind Huang Daoren, Yu Qiufeng stood calmly, his face still as water as he asked, “Master Zhou, could you explain where you went that day, after taking the Zhang boy away from right under the public eye?”