"You talk too much. Tell me, what is your relationship with the Divine Constable Gate? And why have you come to the Far East Region looking for Xiang Yang?"
Hearing Xiang Yang's words, Wen Xu's somewhat anxious mood suddenly calmed. He carefully sized up the black-clad man before him and, combining it with his questions, formed some guesses, though he did not dare be certain.
"This one is not only a disciple of Qingyang Dao Palace, but also a Red-robed Constable of the Divine Constable Gate.
Ghost Hand Dragon Mother, through the Great River Alliance, has already informed the Divine Constable Gate about Xiang Yang's encounter with the Great Snow Ridge Celestial Being in Lei Ze. At the invitation of Yongzhou's Chief Constable Chai Jun, I came to the Far East Region this time to investigate whether he is alive or dead.
Your saber cultivation is rare under heaven. From what Chief Constable Chai told me, Xiang Yang is also an exceptionally formidable saber master. Could it be...?"
Wen Xu was clever. From Xiang Yang's build, martial arts, and attitude toward him, he had thought of something. Amid his delight, he cautiously tested him, still somewhat uncertain.
He had heard Xiang Yang's name back in Kangzhou. Later, at the Divine Constable Gate's Yongzhou headquarters, he had learned of him through others' descriptions and the records in the case files. Rising from humble beginnings to achieve such a legendary life, Xiang Yang truly was a heaven-gifted genius, someone Wen Xu could not compare to.
Yet for his martial arts to have reached such an unfathomable realm still exceeded Wen Xu's imagination. But then he thought of Chu Canglan, who was even younger yet possessed equally powerful divine arts, and felt that perhaps nothing was impossible.
"What if you find him alive?