Indeed!
Liang Qu's eyes twinkled.
There had been no large-scale battles in the Northern Court or the Southern Frontier, and no significant number of captives had been brought to the capital. Moreover, if trouble really arose, which cultivator who had reached Grandmaster level and lived to three hundred years old would be willing to be captured without a fight? Very few would be escorted to the execution grounds to be "beheaded" like normal criminals.
Based on the timing, the elder of the Jian Family was indeed a suitable candidate.
Exposed last August, executed this June—less than a year had passed; even by process standards, it was quick.
Special matters require special handling.
"What crime?"
"You're from Pingyang, don't you…" Meng Qiang paused mid-sentence, his eyes clouded with suspicion, "Can there be a hidden story here?"
"What do you know?"
"What do you know?"
"If I speak the truth, you might hear what you're not supposed to."