Following Xuan Chong to the main hall of the sect, Zhao Changhe was a little disappointed by what was enshrined in the hall. It was not a statue of the Daoist deity Zhenwu, but statues of the Three Pure Ones.[1]0

Perhaps solving cases was not some destiny brought by the jade token after all. He had been the one to poke his nose into cases for no reason. Who could he really blame but himself?0

In essence, solving the mysteries in this world was also solving cases.2

In front of the statues of the Three Pure Ones sat an old Daoist with a white beard. He exuded an air of immortality and wisdom.1

Seeing the other party sitting cross-legged, Zhao Changhe suddenly realized that he had been subconsciously cultivating in this posture. Both Xia Chichi and Yue Hongling said that the posture was for cultivating the mysteries of Daoism, and that not all arts required the practitioner to sit in such a way. However, ever since he began meditating, he instinctively chose this posture, which seemed to hold some significance to him.0

The old Daoist had his eyes closed at first, but as soon as the two entered the hall, his eyes opened, and he smiled slightly, “Back already?”0

He then nodded at Zhao Changhe and said, “Young hero,...0