Having served in the imperial court for so many years, she had seen all kinds of officials. Many of them were the kind of people who were clearly not good at doing things, but they acted very proactively, making outsiders think that they had done a lot. Yet, these kinds of people were the ones who thrived in the officialdom, and they were more likely to be promoted each time.
The gold medalist seemed to have done a lot of research during the National Day holiday, but it was all stuff that others had already done, yielding no new insights and just repetitive work.
In her view, Zuan was that kind of person, so she naturally felt some dissatisfaction.
However, since the other party was a top-tier embroiderer, and now that the Seventh Master was gone, there would be no one to protect her if something really happened, so she naturally wouldn't be foolish enough to show it.
Unfortunately, she never expected that Zaun had an anger value system that could determine her emotions from the anger values received from the backend.
Zu An was puzzled. Why did this woman dislike him so much?
Could it be that they're feeling guilty and don't want me to continue the investigation?
Leaving the others to investigate other clues, Zu An led Xiao Jianren and Zhang Zitong directly to Blackwater Pool.
On the way, he asked casually, "Did the Seventh Master do anything unusual before the incident?"
Zhang Zitong replied, "The Seventh Master is usually taciturn, so there's nothing unusual about him. The only unusual thing is that he was unusually busy those days, and seemed to have something on his mind."
Zuan then asked, "Where was he going on the day the incident occurred?"
Zhang Zitong shook her head: "How can we subordinates inquire about the whereabouts of our leaders? Embroidered-robed envoys are a secretive profession, let alone the top-ranked embroidered envoys."
Zuan was also somewhat troubled, as he knew absolutely nothing about the case and had no clue whatsoever: "What about the relics? What relics did the Seventh Master leave behind?"
Before Gao Mawei could answer, Xiao Jianren snatched a booklet and handed it to him: "I've checked the Seventh Lord's belongings; they're all listed in the enthronement book, they are..."
Zuan nodded slightly. It seemed that the old man hadn't completely wasted his time chasing girls these days; he had done quite a bit.
Xiao Jianren introduced each item one by one before saying, "These are all very ordinary items. Many Embroidered-Robed Envoys have them, and there's nothing unusual about them."
Zuan examined the list of items but remained noncommittal.
Although the city gates were closed at night, the Embroidered-Robe Envoys, who were known for their agility, didn't bother communicating with the city's garrison commander to avoid trouble. They simply found a secluded spot and scaled the walls. Zhang Zitong and Xiao Jianren simultaneously took out their grappling hooks. In a large city like Yi County, defensive formations were everywhere, and even with their silver-ranking credentials, they couldn't simply scale the walls.
Zuan frowned slightly. He was pressed for time and didn't have the patience to waste it with them.
So he grabbed one person by the shoulder with each hand, and with a light tap of his toes, carried the two of them over the tall city wall.
Zhang Zitong's lips parted slightly. She had previously thought that Zu An was just like an ordinary person with no fluctuations in his spiritual energy, so she assumed he was either a person with connections or someone with high intelligence. She never expected his cultivation level to be so high.
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Judging from this, it seems he has already reached the Grandmaster level?
Wouldn't that mean it would be among the top performers in all the gold medal embroidered garments?
Seeing her shocked expression, Xiao Jianren felt a strange sense of satisfaction, as if he had benefited from the Eleventh Lord's prowess.
Speaking of which, the Eleventh Master's growth has been really rapid. When I first met him, his cultivation level was almost at the bottom among all the gold medalists. How long has it been? He has already broken through to the Grandmaster level.
"Give me directions, where is Blackwater Pool?" Noticing that quite some time had passed, Zuan didn't leave them after climbing over the city wall and decided to fly there with them.
“Then…over there.” Zhang Zitong was a little embarrassed. In the Embroidered Envoy system of Yi County, she was always a bit aloof and was not very enthusiastic towards anyone except the Seven Lords.
Although I have experience going out on missions with colleagues, I have hardly had any physical contact over the years, and this is the first time I have been so "close" to a man.
However, she couldn't feel any romance at all, because the other party acted like it was business and looked down on her low cultivation level. Moreover, he grabbed her shoulders as if he were lifting a chick, which made her feel quite hurt.
The flight was much faster, and soon we arrived at the edge of a cliff where a waterfall cascaded down, and in the distance we could see a large pool of water with steam rising from it.
"This is the Blackwater Pool." Zhang Zitong pointed downwards, feeling a bit of admiration for Zu An. He had carried two flying creatures for so long without even breaking a sweat, which was at least impeccable in terms of cultivation.
Was my previous sensory judgment of him wrong?
Zu An glanced down and saw that the pool was bottomless. The water was clear, but it looked somewhat black from a distance. This must be the origin of the name Blackwater Pool.
"Could it be that Master Qi fell into this stream and was swept into the Blackwater Pool?" Zu An observed the waterfall beside him. The current was extremely fast, and the rocks were covered with moss, making them very slippery. Even a cultivator could easily slip and fall. "It shouldn't be," Zhang Zitong shook her head. "Master Qi didn't have any external injuries. Even if a cultivator has a strong body, falling from such a height would at least result in some abrasions and bruises if they didn't break any bones. But when I checked, there was nothing there."
Upon hearing this, Zu'an led the two directly to the edge of the pool below: "So the Seventh Master fell into the water and drowned down there? But no matter how I think about it, I still can't understand it."
Let alone a gold medal, even the lowest-ranking bronze medal shouldn't be enough to drown in the water.
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