Zu An was alarmed. He said in a low voice, “I have no idea what you are talking about. Sir Ma, have you developed a delusional disorder?” At the same time, he began to look around him. All of the muscles in his body had already silently gone taut, ready to strike at any time.

Ma An chuckled and asked coldly, “Sir Eleven, are you prepared to silence me? I guess that makes sense. Embroidered Envoys indeed have the authority to act first and report later.”

Zu An’s voice became cold as well. “Did you come all the way here just to say these senseless things?”

“Naturally, I came here to ascertain your relationship with Golden Token Eleven,” Ma An said. “I wasn’t too sure at first, but judging from your reaction, I’m already sure.”

Zu An’s eyes narrowed. “Sir Ma seems confident in your backing. Could it be that you really aren’t scared that something might happen to you here?”

Even though he was the imperial hospital’s commissioner assistant, their doctors didn’t specialize in cultivation. Judging from Ma An’s ki...