Later that evening.0

Dong Xiaolan found herself in the county office, looking uneasy. She was telling her story to a Blood Blade Sect inner disciple, who sat in the county magistrate’s seat, fuming. “Silver Creek has always been peaceful, and now we have thieves flitting through the skies? Audacious! Fear not, Miss Dong. Tell me exactly what happened, and we’ll see justice done.”0

Spurred on by her desire to recover her rouge box, Dong Xiaolan spilled every detail she knew. Not long after, she left with red-rimmed eyes, clutching onto hope that the Blood Blade Sect would catch the culprit and return what was hers.0

Once the doors were shut and the servants dismissed, the disciple stepped behind the nearby screen and bowed deeply to Li Yuan, who had been seated out of sight. “Patriarch, is there anything else you want me to do?”0

Li Yuan replied, “Help her search, make a big show of it. We can’t allow thieves in Silver Creek, after all. Use this chance to pry into everything. If there are more rouge boxes like this one, gather them all.”0

“Understood!” the disciple said at once. Then, hesitating, he added, “That rouge box was originally a gift from Qian Da…so about Qian—”0

“Question him as well,” Li Yuan said. “No...0