A Different Time
Master Xuan took the tablet, his eyes scanning the screen quickly but thoroughly. A moment passed, and then another, the silence stretching out like a tangible thing.
Finally, Master Xuan looked up, his gaze meeting Tang Zheng's. "The pieces are falling into place," he said cryptically. "Prepare yourself, Tang Zheng. The storm is about to break."
"We can start from the people Jianing worked for," Tang Zheng proposed.
"That's going to be a lot. Why don't we narrow it down to age?" Master Xuan said, his eyes narrowing.
Tang Zheng's mind raced as he uttered the name that had haunted their steps. "Heian Zhu."
Master Xuan exhaled deeply. "He's dead. You don't have to worry about him."
But Tang Zheng was not convinced. "His body was never found. He might as well be alive."
Master Xuan's hand paused. "We found a sample of his blood on his clothes. And my boys saw him jump off the helicopter"