The Qilin son of the purple Qilin mountain

At the carefree mansion.

By the lakeside, a white-robed figure was sitting upright. He was holding a book in his hand and was reading it with rapt attention.

He had been back for seven days.

Although he stayed in his residence and didn't take a single step out of the main door, the news that spread in the Imperial City couldn't escape his ears.

He had been listening to the movements from all sides.

Especially those restaurants, which were the places he had focused on.

He would know the moment there was any movement.

In the divinity, he no longer had many doppelgangers and split souls, so he could only rely on this ability to help him gather information.

These days, the most discussed topic in the imperial capital was naturally Mount Jade Dragon.

Everyone in the East Province was talking about it.

As for who did it, there was a lot of debate, and no one could come to a conclusion.