King Qi watched Zu An’s retreating figure. An eleventh golden-token envoy had suddenly appeared as soon as he arrived at the capital, while, after all these years, the Embroidered Envoy had only ever had ten golden-token envoys that had gone through a stringent selection process. This Golden Token Eleven seemed to have appeared out of thin air. Even he couldn’t find out anything about him, despite his extensive information network.

After matters surrounding Cheng Xiong had come to a head, he’d looked into the matter and discovered that Cheng Xiong had his suspicions regarding Golden Token Eleven. And it was only after Zu An entered the imperial prison that the assassins immediately changed their tune. Their confessions were the final nail in Cheng Xiong’s coffin.

Even though it seemed rather unlikely, it was better to have someone look into it quietly.

The Phoenix Nirvana Sutra was on his mind as well. Even though Zu An said that it didn’t grant immortality, he was not about to trust him so easily. The only way he could be...