Yang Jing, the Jiang Family's third elder, Li Tieyun, and the others passed through several courtyards and arrived at the main hall of the River Gang's stronghold.
The hall was brightly lit. Several Grand Preceptor's Chairs stood beside an Eight Immortals Table, and a faint, astringent scent of tea hung in the air, unable to suppress the lingering tension.
They took their seats as hosts and guests, and Li Tieyun personally poured hot tea for Yang Jing and the third elder.
The Jiang Family's third elder lifted his cup but did not drink. His brows knitted tightly as he said, "To be frank, Young Hero Yang, two of the people our Jiang Family sent this time have already fallen at that villain's hands. Fortunately, three others escaped when I arrived in time. They also exchanged blows with him."
Yang Jing's interest stirred, and he quickly asked, "Oh? Did they get a clear look at him? How strong was he?"
This was the most crucial information at present.
The Jiang Family's third elder shook his head and set down his cup. "The villain wore a black cloth over his face, so they couldn't make out his features. But his height and build bore some resemblance to the Flying Horse Bandits' second-in-command, whom Chief Li's men investigated."
He paused, recalling his clansmen's descriptions. "Those nephews of mine often receive guidance from elders at the transforming strength realm, so they have a fairly keen sense for Martial Path realms. They said that although the gap in strength was obvious when they fought him, they could vaguely sense that the way his internal energy circulated resembled transforming strength. He was far beyond peak hidden strength, but still considerably weaker than me. He should be a transforming strength martial artist who only recently broke through."