Who Could Kill Commissioner Fan?

The countryside was still after the wind and snow.

The scent of tea lingered in the room and floated through the quiet space. It was after a long pause before Haitang replied in a soft voice, "I understand."

Ku He didn't look at her face. He smiled slightly and said, "Didn't Fan Xian ask you for the Heart of Tianyi Dao? Give it to him."

Give it to him? The simple words stunned Haitang into raising her head. She wasn't sure if her teacher was joking or if he had gone crazy—the incomparable Heart of Tianyi Dao? That was a closely-guarded secretly; were they just going to casually handed it over to a powerful official of the south court?