Tiangang Thirty-Six

The following day, on the outskirts of the capital city.

Engaged in the investigation of Su Xin's disappearance, Zhu Wushi received a decree from the Emperor, commanding his immediate return to the capital city for an audience in the palace.

"Emperor Tianqi himself has ordered my return," Zhu Wushi remarked, his eyes narrowing slightly. With a sweep of his robe, he mounted his horse, producing a short flute and delicately playing a tune.

In the silent woods, suddenly, the mournful cry of a night eagle echoed through the air.

The cry of the night eagle was eerie and hauntingly melodious, sending shivers down the spine.

In the next moment, a figure emerged to Zhu Wushi's left, dropping to one knee and respectfully addressing him, "Heaven Sixteen, greetings to the master."

"What has happened in the capital city?" Zhu Wushi inquired, his demeanor cool as he halted his horse.