Bō Taihéng was still considering whether to reveal Kitahara Kaede's whereabouts.
The Sage nodded thoughtfully.
Both were existences Bō Taihéng could not resist.
And both could threaten his life.
Moreover, the "Sage" had long possessed a resounding reputation.
So, he still chose the Sage.
"Actually..."
"No need to say it. I roughly understand."
The Sage interrupted Bō Taihéng.
"When he returns, tell me immediately."
The Sage took out a jade talisman and handed it to Bō Taihéng.
Then he vanished from the spot.
Bō Taihéng stood there dumbfounded, at a complete loss.
Not long after the Sage left,
the sounds of gongs and drums rang out from outside.
As the sounds drew closer, Bō Taihéng's expression grew tense again.
Fortunately, they were merely passing by.
After they had gone, Bō Taihéng finally emerged from the small courtyard.
He looked toward the source of the departing noise. Soldiers had surrounded someone in layer upon layer.
Bō Taihéng found those soldiers' armor very familiar.
Because he had only just seen it.
As for the person the soldiers were escorting, there was naturally no need to say who it was.
Suppressing his own little schemes, Bō Taihéng hurriedly caught up with the welcoming procession.
He blended into it.
Meanwhile, Kitahara Kaede was still troubled over the Ghost Language Clan.
He had searched the entire area but had not found a single trace of the Ghost Language Clan.
Not even the slightest rumor.
There was no news of the Ghost Language Clan, but he had heard plenty about the Extreme Evil's Ten Great Clans.
Of course, there was also one person who enjoyed immense popularity within Extreme Evil.
That person was the Sage.
A name both familiar and unfamiliar to him.
With no clues about the Ghost Language Clan, perhaps he should seek out