"Oh, Little Xiao Yun, why so aggressive? Afraid someone might find out you've been selling information to different groups… like the guards' rotation schedule?" Feng Fan infused his voice with spiritual qi, ensuring that everyone nearby heard him clearly.
Even those who had initially ignored the conversation suddenly perked up. While Seven Heavens City was lenient with minor extortion, like turning a blind eye to guards overcharging travelers, the same couldn't be said for corruption that threatened the city's security or interests.
If Xiao Yun were caught, the lightest punishment he could hope for was having his cultivation crippled.
Xiao Yun felt a cold shiver run down his spine. 'How does he know?!' he thought frantically. But years of experience allowed him to keep his expression unreadable, masking his panic behind an almost stoic face.
Too bad for him, no matter how well he concealed his emotions, he couldn't hide his thoughts from Feng Fan.
