Why do I have so many masters?

Wang Anfeng firmly remembered the potential hidden issues behind Dongfang Ningxin's scheme against Dongfang Ximing in his mind, but his face showed no signs of it. Instead, he chatted casually, trying to find out the whereabouts of the real 'Dongfang Ningxin' at present.

Dongfang Ximing had unknowingly shielded her from a disaster and naturally wouldn't know the subsequent events. However, because in 'Dongfang Ningxin's' eyes, Dongfang Ximing was bound to be mired in various troubles, and was even certain to die.

In such a situation, the other party likely wouldn't bother to fabricate lies to deceive Dongfang Ximing, which might inadvertently reveal some clues in their speech. From these clues, one could deduce her real intentions.

Wang Anfeng himself was not skilled in these matters, but he could certainly seek Wuxin's help or even consult the famous Patrol Officer of Heaven Capital City, Tie Lin, who was full of guilt towards him.

Dongfang Ximing suddenly recalled something and was about to speak when he saw Wang Anfeng slightly raise his eyes, his gaze sweeping past him and landing on the door. A little stunned, the thought that had just come to his mind stuck in his throat.

After three breaths' time, a rhythmic knocking was heard from outside the door.

Li Qidao raised a white eyebrow, sensing the Qi Mechanism from the Ministry of Punishment in Heavenly Capital and snorted disdainfully. Then he smiled at Dongfang Ximing, placed a hand on the window ledge, and with a slight exertion, flipped out of the room and disappeared.

Wang Anfeng strolled to the door, placed a hand on it, and asked slowly:

"Who?"

The knocking ceased, and a familiar voice sounded from outside, quite calm.

"It's me."

Wang Anfeng recognized the voice, opened the door.

A familiar figure stood outside.

Wuxin, having removed the Patrol Officer's Vermilion Clothes, still held a longsword. The coldness in his expression had diminished somewhat, but there was still some, as his eyes looked past Wang Anfeng, viewing the room's decor, Xu Sixing kicked under the bed, and Dongfang Ximing standing up awkwardly.

Wuxin recognized her as the girl kidnapped last night and didn't intend to disturb her. He withdrew his right foot, changed his mind, and said:

"Though this inn is ordinary, its pavilion is quite well built and offers a good view. If you have some free time, why not go up to the pavilion for a chat?"

Wang Anfeng nodded, turned around, and told Dongfang Ximing to rest in the guest room for a while; he would return shortly.

Dongfang Ximing obediently nodded.

Wang Anfeng smiled at him, turned around, and walked out. After thinking about it, he waved his right hand, leaving a trace of his Qi Mechanism in the room. Although it couldn't compare to the famous swords of Qingfeng Edge or Myriad Swords Mountain, capable of preserving a Martial Artist's Qi for a century, it could last for one or two Hours.

If someone with ill intentions tried to enter, the Qi Mechanism would serve as a slight impediment and could emit a thunderous sound to alert him.

With his movement technique, unless a Grandmaster adept in Qinggong intervened, he could usually stop anyone. And if it were a Grandmaster, there was still Uncle Li.

After making the necessary precautions, Wang Anfeng gently closed the wooden door and followed Wuxin upward. The latter, having a cold nature, spoke little outside of handling cases, merely walking ahead by himself.

Meanwhile, Wang Anfeng had many doubts in his heart.

There were many matters to attend to in the city, and the Fifth Rank Provincial Official had been directly deprived of his position by Wuxin using the Bi'an Golden Order. By rights, Wuxin should be too busy to leave, so why had he come to find him?

One being naturally reticent, the other preoccupied with thoughts, the two walked one after the other up to the highest point of the inn in silence, under the odd gaze of the inn's staff. Indeed, as Wuxin said, the view was splendid, offering expansive vistas in every direction.

People walked the streets, vendors set up stalls, and pedestrians came and went.

The lingering smell of smoke in the air, the aroma of flatbread, mingled with the din of chatter and the light sound of footsteps, was captivating.

Wuxin looked at the distant scenery, retracted his gaze, turned his eyes towards Wang Anfeng beside him, noticing that despite wearing vigorous attire, he exuded a scholarly elegance from reading extensively, his demeanor calm and composed. There was no sense of discord in him carrying a sword and wearing a blade.

It was apparent that Wang Anfeng, compared to four years ago, had not only grown much taller but also vastly different in demeanor, a world of difference. Many thoughts surfaced in his mind but quickly sank. Wuxin hesitated for a moment and simply said:

"It has been over four years since we parted in Fufeng."

"It seems you've been doing well."

Wang Anfeng had earlier suspected that Wuxin had long seen through his disguise. Now that he mentioned it, it didn't surprise him. Leaning both hands on the railing, he exhaled, smiled, and replied:

"The word 'well' is good, but ultimately a bit thin."

Wuxin neither affirmed nor denied.

He patted the red-lacquered railing, watching the busy people in the distance. After a period of silence, he suddenly said:

"This time, Tie Lin and I came from Heavenly Capital City after receiving a secret report."

"It mentioned two top-tier villains appearing in Xianping County, likely heading straight towards Liangzhou. It's of great importance, so we were sent ahead to supervise the local officials for any corruption or bribery but covertly investigate the whereabouts of these two individuals, reporting immediately to Heavenly Capital City if anything is found."

Wang Anfeng, feeling quite relieved, smiled and said: