Yang Hou read the message from the carrier pigeon, his eyebrow twitching slightly. He then took a step back and sat in the Grandmaster's Chair.
Yang Zhiping was from the same large clan as him, making them peers. But most importantly, he was Wang Ping's disciple. Some time ago, his clan had recommended him for a position, and he had become a Commanding Officer of the Government Soldiers in Nanlin Road, with at least three hundred elite troops under his command. A mission to transport official grain would surely have taken him along the official roads.
It was nearly impossible to hijack official grain shipments guarded by three hundred elite soldiers on an official road. Unless an Entering Cultivator was involved. But why would an Entering Cultivator want to rob official grain?
'Or a great demon?'
