Setting up a commission (1)

Yang Qing shook his head slightly, pushing aside those suffocating thoughts. He had already taken up the case, and as unreliable as he could be, he always kept his word—at the very least.

He couldn't deny the flicker of anxiety gnawing at him about what lay at the other end of this investigation. If history and experience were any indicators, it wasn't going to be pretty. Still, whether the outcome was bad or good, he resolved to give his utmost and see it through to the end.

To him, regret was a far scarier notion than whatever awaited him.

Life was filled with countless variables outside one's control. Cultivators often liked to think of themselves as gods, but the truth was, they faced limitations just like mortals—no matter how vast their abilities seemed. The only thing anyone could truly control, mortal or cultivator, was their actions.