The place where Huang Yixing fell to his death was at the East City Gate, which faces Linzi directly.

Jiang Wang and Lin Youxie arrived outside the city gate.

Under the night sky, the city of Zhaohai resembled a colossal beast lurking in the shadows.

The city walls were quite imposing, after all, it was once named “Tianxiong”.

Its ambition and grandeur were evident in its name.

The Yang Kingdom, represented by Tianxiong City, was once the most powerful among the Nine Nations born from the remnants of the Yang Kingdom.

All that is past and gone.

Now, the temples of the Yang Kingdom have been completely dismantled. Its last ruler died in the midst of countless armies. The royal bloodline of the Yang Kingdom was also used by Yang Jiande to refine demonic arts. The dynasty has ended.

No longer is the former Yang court mentioned, nor are there those who harbor thoughts of the old Yang.

Many, like Huang Yixing, are “people from the Yang land” who have thrived in their Qi identity.

The moon hung solitary in the sky.

Lin Youxie stood facing the city gate tower, seemingly imagining the scene. How Huang Yixing walked onto the city tower and how he fell.

“From the body, what did you gather?” Jiang Wang finally found a moment to ask.

“Huang Yixing’s muscle details tell me he was very frightened before his death,” Lin Youxie said.

“But looking at his expression and that painting…” Jiang Wang stopped here. “Is something wrong with that Chief Constable?”

“Not necessarily,” Lin Youxie shook her head. “There are three layers of concealment: expression, mood, and inner feeling. Inner feeling is the instinctive reaction of subtle parts of the body. His expression and mood were well-contrived, so it’s normal that it wasn’t detected.”

Contrived?

Jiang Wang caught the word.

The concepts of expression, mood, and inner feeling also struck him as new.

Lin Youxie continued, “Huang Yixing was fighting against something before his death, but there was indeed no other power within his body. The only thing I can confirm now is that he definitely didn’t commit suicide. Furthermore, it’s easy to see that his internal organs were very intact before he fell from a height. That is to say, his resistance wasn’t intense. The person who turned him into this state was either terrifyingly strong or possessed some peculiar means.”

Jiang Wang found it hard to understand how this “easy to see” was easy, but it didn’t prevent him from participating in the discussion.

“Perhaps methods like flesh puppets?”

“Hard to say. I didn’t find any threads of manipulation, and peculiar means are not limited to puppets. There are many possibilities.”

Lin Youxie said, then leaped up, “I’ll go to the city tower to take a look.”

Dressed neutrally, she soared to the top of the city tower, her sleeves fluttering in the wind.

It was then that Jiang Wang noticed how thin she was.

Flying in the night sky at this moment, she resembled a frail kite.

And the string that held her was hidden in the Qi night sky.

She might have some gentle parts, which were well-concealed by her usual demeanor and actions.

She was almost indifferent, to others and to herself.

“How is it?”

Jiang Wang asked from below.

“No matter what happens later, don’t mind me,” Lin Youxie said calmly.

Before Jiang Wang could grasp the meaning of her words, he saw Lin Youxie suddenly turn, her back facing him, and fall backward!

Even her Dao Yuan around her had dispersed!

Jiang Wang instinctively reached out to catch her, but remembering Lin Youxie’s request just now, he stopped halfway.

He only released some Wind Yuan, spinning slightly close to the ground, ready to react at any time.

Lin Youxie fell until she was only two inches from the ground before suddenly stopping. She went from extreme motion to extreme stillness, then flipped over and stood up.

She certainly felt the Wind Yuan close to the ground but said nothing. She just soared up again, flew to the top of the city gate tower, peeled off a black tile, and floated down.

“When I fell just now, I saw this,” Lin Youxie said.

Jiang Wang took the black tile and saw a line of text at the bottom:

“Fengli Kiln Town.”

Then there was a gap, followed by two small characters: “Imperial.”

“Yang script,” Jiang Wang said.

“Which Yang?” Lin Youxie asked.

Jiang Wang only reacted now.

He had already practiced the Yang Kingdom royal family’s secret transmission, the Eye of Qianyang, and later obtained the Super-Grade Daoist technique, “Dragon Tiger,” giving him some understanding of Yang Kingdom characters.

The characters on this black tile were very similar to Yang Kingdom characters, but with slight variations. They should be Yang Kingdom characters.

Thus, he said, “Yang, of Yang Jiande.”

“You still recognize Yang Kingdom characters?” Lin Youxie was a little surprised.

Jiang Wang honestly said, “I recognize the characters of the great Yang Empire that unified the Eastern Region. These characters are very similar to them, with only slight variations, so it’s not difficult to understand.”

“What does it say?” Lin Youxie asked.

Jiang Wang then read it aloud.

Lin Youxie looked at him, her eyes clearly saying – I can’t believe you actually study!

“Is something wrong with this?” Jiang Wang asked.

He was, of course, asking about the case.

“Huang Yixing’s eyes were well-preserved. From the details of his eyeballs, one can see that the arc of his vision was very clear before he completely lost consciousness,” Lin Youxie said. “I just stood where Huang Yixing fell from the city, replicated his trajectory and state, and fell down. Then I saw this.”

She emphasized with certainty, “Huang Yixing must have seen this before his death.”

Jiang Wang still didn’t know how she determined this, how she could see the arc of vision from a dead person’s eyeballs and accurately match it to the death scene. The Blue Plate aristocratic families had their own secrets.

Just concerning this black tile.

The Yang Kingdom had long since lost its characters and calendar, always using Qi’s characters and calendar. This old tile might be one of the few remaining traces of Yang Kingdom characters in this world.

Although Qi’s characters also incorporated some Yang Kingdom characters, they had long been fundamentally different, possessing Qi’s own identity and characteristics.

Huang Yixing leveraged the prestige of the former Yang rulers and ministers to gain fame and the position of Zhaohai Prefecture Constable, but he wasn’t truly respected by the high-ranking Qi officials. What was his mood when he saw the Yang Kingdom characters as he was about to die after falling from the city?

Jiang Wang opened the scroll again and looked at Huang Yixing’s eyes at the time of his death, which almost seemed to penetrate the paper.

“The one who killed Huang Yixing is a Yang person!” There was an indescribable emotion in his tone.

The reason for his emotional fluctuation was not because he discovered the truth, but because the truth did not seem to contradict the order he had received!

Compared to him, Lin Youxie was much calmer.

“This case may be linked to Zhao Xuan’s death,” she said, looking at Jiang Wang.

Zhao Xuan, of the Ministry of Rites, was a Yang person who transferred his allegiance to Qi before the fall of the Yang Kingdom. He was assassinated in broad daylight at Xiaolian Bridge in Linzi.

“Ah, is that so,” Jiang Wang regained his composure.

Lin Youxie might have been subtly hinting at the meaning of “the road to hell is wide open.”

But Jiang Wang didn’t think so.

He suddenly thought of something at this moment.

Earlier, when he went overseas to capture Wu Yiyu, a traitor of the Golden Needle Sect. On Haimen Island, he used the power of the Four Seas Merchant Alliance to orchestrate an auction. At that auction, besides the Cui Fangluo brought by Lin Youxie, there was another auction item that left a deep impression on him –

The legendary碎屑 (debris) that fell from the sun, the Molten Star Stone!

When dissecting Huang Yixing’s body, Lin Youxie used two words to describe the metal element in his lungs, “sharp” and “violent.”

Huang Yixing, though having the courage to gamble his life for wealth, was by no means associated with sharpness or violence. According to the information, the cultivation technique he practiced was gentle in nature.

He had a vague feeling that something was off at the time, but he missed the inspiration.

At this moment, he suddenly remembered, weren’t “sharp” and “violent” the feelings that the Molten Star Stone gave him back then?

Thus, he naturally thought of…

Aze!

That Aze of the Tianxia Tower!

The leader of the clumsy assassin organization who promised to deliver his letter to the Yang Kingdom palace.

He had met Aze on the day the Qi-Yang war ended.

On Haimen Island, at that auction, he had also seen Aze!