On the fourth day, an underling came to report, after checking on Kuai Lan Tu's side, they did indeed discover a suspicious person — it was a guest whom Kuai Lan Tu kept in his house, named Wang Bu Fan, a name that instantly sounded like an alias.

*Bu Fan means 'out of ordinary'

This guest usually did not go outside to see other people, but a few confidants of Kuai Lan Tu all knew he was very trusting of and highly respected this man. He had dedicated a private courtyard to him in his manor, ordering trusted servants and beautiful maids to accompany him.

Gu Yun: "Where is this 'Bu Fan' now?"

The underling replied: "Already ran away, the servants were poisoned to death without anyone knowing. When the people in the manor discovered this, the bones had already turned cold."

"Marshal," at this time, another Cavalry came over and said, "We went to check out the few locations hiding the transported Ziliujin according to Jing Xu's confession, but it was completely empty, not even a piece of paper was left behind."

Gu Yun silently turned the old Buddhist beads in his hand. The mysterious guest next to Kuai Lan Tu, the 'Master Ja' in Jing Xu's story... everything seemed to be accidental at a glance, but Gu Yun could feel with an unexplainable instinct that this matter involved an extremely large conspiracy.

These people had been secretly stirring up the Southern Frontier. They arrived unknowingly, then disappeared without any trace. Their identity became a mystery, their purpose was also a mystery.

They seemingly appeared to be enemies, yet at the same time, seemingly assisted him in exterminating these bandits.

Gu Yun could not figure out, in the end, was it him who messed up their scheme, or had he walked headfirst into it?

The person whom Gu Yun had overturned the land in search of was currently boarding an ordinary small cargo ship on the surface of the Southern Sea.

Master Ja had already changed back to his complicated Western clothing, bowing down to look at a map. The vast expanse of Great Liang was on this small leather drawing. He was holding a pen, painting a small red circle on the Southern Frontier.

Together with that circle, there were already three other red circles on the old map, the other two were of the Northern Frontier and the Eastern Sea.

'Master Ja's' pen tip hesitated for a while on the map, then finally landed at the entrance to the Silk Road in the west.

"As of today, our trap has been perfectly laid out." Master Ja smiled. "Only a lead is needed, as soon as it is ignited, it will then explode with a bang—"

Wang Bu Fan, whose appearance resembled the Central Plains people, continued his words: "Engulfing Central Plains in a sea of flame."

The two looked at each other and smiled; they each raised their cups, clinking them together.