With invitations and lodgings arranged, there was naturally nothing for Xiao Heng and the others to worry about. Led by the maid, the group arrived at an estate and settled into the side rooms.
The night passed without incident. At dawn, Xiao Heng slowly opened his eyes in his room and exhaled a breath of stale air. He then rose, left his room, and entered the main hall.
Though they were merely side rooms, the accommodations were quite good. There were bedrooms, a sitting room, a garden, and every facility they could need. It was more than spacious enough for the four of them.
When he entered the hall, Xiao Yi Xian, Qing Lin, and Xiao Yan were already seated inside. Xiao Heng walked over and sat beside Xiao Yi Xian, picked up the teapot, and poured himself a cup. The tea had already gone cold, but Xiao Heng had never been particularly fussy.
"Any news?" Xiao Heng asked casually after taking a drink of the cool tea. Though he knew a little about the Ancient Clan, he was still unclear on the specifics.
Since none of them had brought any attendants with them, gathering information naturally fell to Xiao Yi Xian and Qing Lin. To be honest, Xiao Heng was suddenly a little regretful that he had not brought a few more people. Otherwise, Xiao Yi Xian and Qing Lin would not have needed to go out and gather intelligence themselves.
But who could blame him for being lazy? Fortunately, Xiao Yi Xian was rather indulgent toward him.
Xiao Yi Xian then slowly recounted the intelligence she had gathered. None of it was particularly secret within Ancient Saint City, and it included some information about the Black Mist Army.
"Within the Black Mist Army, the strongest are the eight