As the sky darkened, dusk had arrived.
Just half a mile outside the Zhenwu Sect, in a bamboo house, the body of "Ning Wuming" lay quietly on a bamboo chair, looking as if it were merely napping.
The death of the Divine Captor was of great significance, hence no one dared to easily handle "Ning Wuming's" body, awaiting instead for someone sent by the Emperor Qian's Faction to deal with it personally.
Many constables lingered outside in a daze, glancing at the seven cloud-piercing peaks in the distance with hatred and loathing.
Ning Wuming had presided over the affairs of the Six Gates for years; even as the Divine Captor Wu Que, he aided the former head captor in significant matters. With his intellect, methods of management were second nature to him, truly earning the unwavering loyalty of the constables under Six Gates.
This was the primary reason why Ning Wuming could steadily assume the position of the Divine Captor.
'So loyal.'
