"Relax. The higher-ups aren't fools. They can't be bothered to hear about something so trivial."
Zi Luan glanced at Gan Qi and said in a casual tone, "These days, most Cultivators in the Southern Cultivation Realm depend on Qianmu Temple to survive. As long as it's not an issue of principle, the higher-ups would probably look the other way even if Fellow Daoist Changqing killed the Emperor, let alone a trivial matter like this."
Wu Quan chimed in, "What Gan Qi means is, he's wondering if someone already knows our plan and wants to use this investigation to delay our preparations."
Upon hearing this, Wang Ping looked up at Wu Quan, his mind racing with a thousand thoughts.
After a few breaths, he had a plan. He looked at Xia Wen Yi and commanded, "This is something even our Primordial Spirits cannot clearly investigate. Dedicating more people to look into it would be a waste of resources. So, other than the source of the sandalwood, you don't need to investigate anything else."
