Late at night.
Zhao Ling drove back to the mountain courtyard.
The night servants had all changed faces, a result of the information she had previously received from Wei Tianyang which indicated that Venerable Qin's influence had penetrated deeper than she had anticipated.
She had thought that by gathering civil servants from remote areas across the country, she could avoid Qin's surveillance, but she hadn't expected Qin's roots to be like those of an ancient tree, extending deep into the soil.
Fortunately, the red courtyard's information security measures were very strict, the traffic of people in and out was minimal, and the perimeter was closely guarded by Venerable Xu's troops. Therefore, these people could not reveal the location of the courtyard.
To prevent any leaks, Zhao Ling had secretly executed this group of people.
Now, what concerned her most was the specific location of the Lingxian Sect's space station.
