The man who arrived was precisely Ding Zhi, who had just escorted the case files and evidence back from the Zhao Family martial arts school.
At this moment, he had changed his clothes.
The official gown he had worn before, ripped to shreds at the sleeves, had been taken off.
Even so, he appeared bedraggled from being overworked like a beast of burden by Huang An.
Anyone who looked at him would take him for a simple peasant. No one would believe that he was Ding Zhi, the high-ranking martial arts official of Feng'an City. Neither would they believe that he was a martial arts master of the Bronze Realm.
His entire body drenched in sweat, his chest heaving non-stop. His fine clothes and trouser legs were covered in dust, and even his hair was tangled with spider webs sticky with grey dust.
What was peculiar, however, was the small brown money bag in his hand.