After parting ways with Xia Fang, Yang Qing returned to his abode to comb through all the pieces of information he had gathered so far. Only after he had done would he then finally set out to do some ground investigations—which was something that left him feeling a little worse for wear, especially since he was doing it out of his own volition and not at the behest of the Order.
Could they have finally found a way to get past my mental defenses and subtly influence my decisions without me realizing it? Yang Qing fearfully wondered as he rounded the bend past the gate of his abode.
As he stepped inside, a frown immediately colored his face when his gaze fell in a particular direction.
"That damn bird!" Yang Qing's face darkened. "One of these fine days I'll really eat it, that is if I don't pummel it to death first," he added through gritted teeth as he made his way to the pond.
