Doctor Lu stammered, "What I, I know might not be accurate..."
Zhao Changhe said with a smile, "It doesn't matter. Just tell us what you know, take your time."
The mystery of the Sea Race from the Wang Family was only ambiguously hinted at by one line of riddle from the Heavenly Book, with no further details, leaving one to guess blindly—sheer curiosity could suffocate a person. Had it not been for the lack of time, Zhao Changhe might well have gone out of his way to look into this case to find out what it was all about.
Now that the solution was delivered to his doorstep and the murderous pursuer, Wang Daozhong, was sent to prison, it felt as satisfying as finally relieving constipation.
Right, there was also an assassin from Tingxue Tower—where had he gone?
