Half a month later.
Late at night, deep in the mountains of East Ridge, along a stretch of the upper Gan River, a black-canopied boat drifted quietly in the middle of the river.
Dressed in light black armor, Tantai Zong knelt at a low square table with a helpless look on his face.
"Our people are among the butchers, vegetable farmers, and grain-shop clerks at Valley Mouth Market. But after all this time, not once have they seen that man show himself."
"The few Spirit Fields closest to that hillside are also being tended by our people. They have never seen that fellow come down the mountain."
"Young Master, could that man have died inside his house?"
"Get lost!" Lin Su, the Gray Robe Middle-aged Man, shot him an irritated glance.
Tantai Zong looked utterly helpless. "How can he stand staying cooped up in that little wooden cabin every day?"
"I'm starting to admire those Qi Refining Parasites. He eats Fasting Pills all day long—doesn't he get sick of them?"
"How do you know he hasn't left?" Lin Su sat cross-legged in his loose gray robes, his pale fingers lightly tapping the tabletop.
"Young Master, are you saying he knows secret arts like Shadow Concealment?" Tantai Zong was startled.
"He probably knows how to disguise himself too. Otherwise, the brothers in the Market wouldn't have found nothing at all." Lin Su looked certain.
"No wonder." Tantai Zong suddenly understood.
Then his face turned bitter. "He's so cautious that it'll be hard for us to track him down. Should we really capture Mo Wuzhou and lure him over?"
Lin Su calmly shook his head. "Mo Wuzhou is merely an acquaintance of his. There's no chance he'd come to save him."
"Then we..." Tantai Zong was at a loss.
Lin Su chuckled.