In Zhiling City, raindrops are slightly falling in the sky.

Zhiling District, located in the southeast of the mainland, has a warm climate and is full of snow all year round. The rainy winter is the coldest time here, and there are fewer people on the streets of the market.

Molin stood by the window of the second floor guest room in the inn, fiddling with the medicine bag in his hand. He opened a slit of the bamboo window slightly, and he looked out from time to time. There were pedestrians holding umbrellas on the roadside, and there were also some small vendors on the streets doing their small business in the rain. Molin's eyes would not stop on them for more, but to explore the bluestone Avenue, which was far wider and smoother than the street outside the window. There was no small stall, and there were very few pedestrians passing by.

Morin's eyes mostly wandered on this avenue, but more often stayed at the gate on the street and the deep courtyard inside the door.

The gate is the gate of the Zhiling District Institute of the Institute of the Zhiling District Institute of the Institute of the Zhiling District Institute of the Institute of the Institute of the Institute of the Zhiling District Institute of the Institute. Molin has been surveillance like this for five days. He is a very patient person. He has experienced the waiting longer and more difficult times than this. But now his companions seem a little impatient.

Fang Yizhu lay on the bed and placed a plate of peanuts on his stomach. He didn't see him doing anything, but from time to time a peanut would jump up and fly into his mouth accurately.

After the last peanut was eaten, Fang Yizhu sat up boredly.

"You really will definitely come?" Fang Yizhu said.

"Sure." Molin said.

"Then why has it been eight days, but he still has no sign of him?" Fang Yizhu said.

"Maybe he is like us, waiting quietly for opportunities somewhere," said Morin.

"I'll point it out." Fang Yizhu said while taking off the plate that was still sucked on his stomach, "First, we are not waiting for opportunities, we are just waiting for him; second, based on your understanding of him, do you think this is his style of conduct?"

"So I've been staring at the main gate of the Institute of the Supervisory Commission!" Molin was also a little impatient. He could wait for the opportunity calmly, but Fang Yizhu was right. He was not waiting for any opportunity at the moment, he was waiting for someone. After learning that Lu Ping was going to save Su Tang, Molin immediately started by inquiring about Su Tang's whereabouts. The intelligence network in their circle was very powerful. It was soon discovered that Nightingale was destroyed by the City Lord's Mansion in Xiafeng District, while Su Tang was taken away by the Supervisory Commission and is currently detained in the Supervisory Commission of Xiafeng District.

So Molin rushed to Zhiling City without stopping and began to inquire secretly. After eight days of this, there was no news about Lu Ping, and nothing else happened. The only accident was that Fang Yizhu followed him from Beidou Academy to this side. Molin couldn't understand this person. But he couldn't shake it away. He poisoned three times and failed to succeed in two sneak attacks. In the end, he had to let this guy go.

"I said brother, it's not a big deal to wait for the rabbit like this!" Fang Yizhu sighed.

"I pointed it out." Morin learned from Fang Yizhu's previous tone, "First, I'm not your brother; second, you can leave at any time."

"I think you are very good at finding people. You have some confidence in yourself, so I will leave it to you." Fang Yizhu said, then lay back and fell asleep covered in his head.

Morin glanced at him, gritted his teeth, and wanted to stab the poisonous spindle in his sleeve directly. But at this moment, two people suddenly walked up the road of the Institute of the School of the always quiet.

Road flat?

Morin hurriedly looked closely, but was soon disappointed, no.

The two people who came stopped outside the gate of the Supervisory Commission, waited for a while, and walked in.

Not from the China Council.

At this distance, Morin could only tell from the obedience that the two were not members of the China Council. In eight days, this was the first time that the China Council had a visitor.

Will it be related to Su Tang? Molin thought to himself. The two people who entered came out of the Supervisory Commission for about an hour.

Now that Molin saw the other party's eyes and found that he actually knew him.

What kind of person from the Dianpo Conference?

Morin remembered the Soul-Spot Conference a year ago. The examiner who just walked out was the one who was particularly disgusted with Zhaifeng Academy and was finally knocked down by Lu Ping with one punch!

What's the name? Morin couldn't remember the name, but only remembered that he seemed to be a master from four major academies.

By the way, it's called Ding Wen!

When Molin remembered, Ding Wenzheng walked out of the main entrance of the Supervisory Commission. He seemed to have no sense of this somewhat chilly rainy southern day. After walking out of the main entrance, he looked back at the deep courtyard inside the door and suddenly sighed. Mu Yong, the oldest examiner in the Soul Conference, who walked out with him, was silent without saying a word.

Eighteen years. This is the year when Mu Yong served as the examiner of the Soul Conference. In the long history of the Soul Conference, his few years are nothing. However, during the eighteen years of his tenure, he has witnessed the Soul Conference gradually decline, and his influence is becoming less and less than before.

This year's Dian Soul Conference did not even follow the old rules, because the things that happened at the Dian Soul Conference last year, this year's empire, especially the Supervisory Commission, have been pointing fingers at them, resulting in the reports of Dian Soul Conference being delayed again and again.

In the past, this kind of thing was simply impossible.

The Dianpo Conference has nothing to do with the Empire and the Academy Commission. Its history is even longer than the Xuan Army Empire. No one or the power can point fingers at the Dianpo Conference.

But now, this state is past. After the three empires divided the continents, their rule began to penetrate into all aspects. In addition to the four major academies and the six powerful people, there are fewer and fewer forces outside their rule. Even the relationship between the four major academies and the empire has gradually become subtle, and the six powerful people have always been the targets that the three empires desperately win over.

In comparison, what is the Soul Point Conference?

Ding Wen, the examiner who really wanted to rebuild his influence and actively adapted, became less optimistic about the future direction of the conference. From the Institute of the Supervisory Commission, they received a bunch of rules and regulations to hold this time; what about the next time? Are there some new regulations? Next time, what about the next time?

He did not reject more cooperation with the empire, and believed that this was necessary for the Dianpo Conference to expand its influence. However, in the end, it was definitely not his original intention to obey the empire. What is the difference between such a Dianpo Conference and the Dianpo held by the empire? Didn’t it also become a tool for them to recruit talents and consolidate their rule?

"It's boring!" Ding Wen suddenly sighed.

Mu Yong was still silent. He knew what Ding Wen was referring to, but he didn't know what else he could say.

The two left the Institute of the Supervisory Commission, walked out of the avenue, and walked towards the Dianpotai. At the end of the street, three figures turned around and came towards them.

They didn't notice at first, but when they got closer, Ding Wen and Mu Yong finally stopped, their expressions seemed to have seen a ghost.

The two looked at each other, but the three of them did not stop walking by.

The two stood there for a long time, and Ding Wen's shoulders were wet with rain. He had forgotten to use his supernatural power to evaporate the rain falling on his body.

"I read that right?"

"It shouldn't be."

The two looked back in amazement and looked at the three backs walking towards the direction they were coming.

"Lu Ping?"

"Chu Min?"

"That maid from the Qin family?"
Chapter completed!