"He's already gone."
Standing between the narrow runways in the mountains, Ming Guang lowered his head, glanced at the silent runway, and spoke softly.
"Mm."
He Ao swept his gaze over the empty land around them and responded quietly.
By the time they had rushed over, they had already known the outcome.
After all, so much time had passed.
Liu Zhengyun had likely left long before He Ao's plane landed.
"Why would Old Liu build an airport here?"
Ming Guang frowned slightly, looking around the area as he spoke in a low voice. "He usually operated within East Capital. This should have been his home turf, so why did he flee from here?"
At this point, he no longer had the time to mind his wording.
"Perhaps it was meant to deal with some sort of emergency."
He Ao looked at the deep night sky, his brow faintly furrowed.
"What do you mean?"
Ming Guang turned to look at He Ao.
He Ao thought for a moment, organizing his thoughts before saying slowly, "For example, if he felt that staying in East Capital was no longer 'safe.'"
"He's going to his 'safehouse'?" Ming Guang caught on as well. "But if his safehouse isn't in East Capital, where he's operated for years, where would it be? North Capital? He often goes there too. Or South Capital? Or perhaps a southern coastal city? Most of his businesses are in the southeast..."
Listening to him, He Ao raised his head and looked toward where the bright moon was rising. "West. He went west."
The World Eye Fragment had still left traces in the bottom layer of the world, allowing He Ao to catch the general direction in which it had departed.
"West?" Ming Guang froze slightly at those words. "His safehouse is in