However, those masters, none are not already aging, matured and prudent, thinking through and being concerned about too many things when doing things, wanting to take care of all aspects of things, all forces, and level the playing field. Where is such madness?! There are also many unruly young ones, mostly unsettled, like young beasts, baring teeth and claws, yet without any meaning, roaming the hills and wilds, unsheathing knives in the streets, shouting and fighting; is that madness? Compared to what was seen today, charging through the main entrance and killing is simply like a common thug. He thought for a moment and added a sentence at the back, the age should not be too old. Raising his hand, one of the leaders of the Ministry of Punishment's secret agents, Scholar, rubbed his brow and felt somewhat headachy. These clues assembled in his mind, everything seemed so vivid, except the face still remained pitch black. He vaguely remembered that he should have heard of this person, but when it came to it, he couldn't recall, the name felt like it was obstructed by something, preventing him from seeing the full picture, making him a bit agitated. His fingers lightly tapped the tabletop, mind unconsciously relaxed, eyes swept across the teahouse inside, suddenly slight concentration. He saw inside the teahouse sitting a skinny old man in his fifties, holding tea, eating dry food delightfully. His sight lingered on the clothes of the old man, suddenly stood up, actively walked over, sat in front of the old man, smiled and said: "Old sir, good appetite." The old man slurped some hot tea, raised his head, looked at him slightly wary and said: Scholar's view swept over the clothes wrapping the old man, lowered his voice, held a common Ministry of Punishment token in his hand, slightly smiled and said: "We are from the Ministry of Punishment, looking for our companion, he's young, doesn't much care to laugh, wears black clothes, a cloak, riding a horse, don't know where he went, does the old sir know?" Upon hearing such a detailed description and gentle tone, the old man's caution dissipated rapidly like spring snow, murmured a couple of times, shook his head and said: "Benefactor turned out to be from the Ministry of Punishment? I don't know, the old man left only when the benefactor was still sitting in front of the mountain..." Scholar smiled inwardly, indeed. The old man continued: "I just saw a horse run to his side, that red horse was very thin, but it ran very fast, seemed very fiery too, in my lifetime, never have I seen such a thin horse able to run so fast, like fire..." Scholar's face froze instantly. His eyes widened slightly. The words of the old man, like lightning, instantly connected all the clues in his mind, in his imagination, Mo Blade, black clothes, Kui pattern cloak, wild yet cold swordsman drank to the fullest, slowly rose from the flames, fabric fluttered, turned towards him, revealing a cold face in the firelight. Kui pattern cloak shaking at the back, behind is a blazing mountain. His breath suddenly paused, his palm trembled slightly, turned to look at the companion who suddenly stood up, lips opened slightly, uttered four words. Northwest Tian Kui City·Ministry of Punishment. Here and Xiong City are Great Qin's Northwest two golden beams and jade pillars, supporting each other, among them Xiong City standing on the frontier, while Tian Kui City is closer to the inland, convenient for connections, serving as the hub of messages between the frontier and Heavenly Capital City. Northwest weather was getting colder by the day. A figure hurriedly ran through the courtyard, the secluded green stone floor was already covered with fallen leaves, as he rushed by, a leaf just happened to land on his shoulder. He flicked away the leaf, pulled open the curtain outside the door, brought the cold wind in, the people inside greeted him, he only responded with a smile twice, then stacked the intel in his arms on the desk. This place gathered all important news from Great Qin's Northwest seventeen counties. An elderly Ministry of Punishment official with greying hair, hands in sleeves, seemed unwell, holding a delicate hand warmer, only stood up upon seeing the things on the table, and walked with colleagues quickly. The 'seals' of these intelligence reports at the upper right corner each have markings, varying in color, most are blue, of this level, just needed to excerpt into files, while blue ones needed urgent handling. At the edge of his vision suddenly flashed a bright color like flame, couldn't help but softly exclaim, expression turned solemn, a thirty-something man beside him saw, said: "Is this, immediate report back to Heavenly Capital City level?" The elderly man with a solemn countenance nodded, such intelligence, even in the vast seventeen counties, comparable to a nation's territory in previous years, only one or two occurrences every two to three months, rolled up sleeves, took this intelligence aside, then carefully opened it, looked at the first page, softly read: "Northwest's Number One Bandit, Great Wilderness Stronghold overturned." The many officials in the room simultaneously shouted a good, with much delight in their tone, Great Wilderness Stronghold plaguing Northwest, well-trained, also extremely cunning, would retreat when gathering more people, elusive, several attempts to wipe these bandits clean have failed. The elderly Ministry of Punishment official with forty years of experience, naturally more joyful internally, but couldn't show it, his expression still solemn, only his eyes brightened a bit, noticed still more behind, casually opened, immediately fell silent. Outside cold wind blew open the window, the room got a little colder, his palm trembled slightly, the intelligence report in his hand floated to the ground. Beside him, the thirty-something official picked it up, opened his mouth, similarly silent, then passed this intelligence report to another person. Soon, this Imperial Punishment Department's hub in Northwest seventeen counties fell into extreme silence. Blade Madman entered the stronghold head-on, slew over three hundred. Then burned the mountains, warmed the wine, and returned, now unknown whereabouts. Ministry of Punishment chasing shadows·Luan along shadow, report up. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ N0velFire.ɴet PS: Presenting two-in-one today... Thank you Baiyi Ranshuanghuay for the 100,000 Qidian coins, thank you~ Then, there should be another chapter update next, timing, probably will be delayed, likely around ten or eleven o'clock~