Beside Hong Ying, an old man said in a low voice, "My lord, Liu Changsheng is not traveling alone this time."
"Oh?"
Hong Ying said, "Who else is there?"
"A young man in azure robes. That little fellow entered Eternal Night City with Thunder Flame Underworld Lord two days ago."
The old man said swiftly, "My lord also knows that the two Jailors we sent to hunt down Thunder Flame Underworld Lord have yet to return alive."
Hong Ying frowned. "There is something strange about that young man?"
The old man hesitated. "He is indeed very strange, because that little fellow is far too weak—he only has Spirit Wheel Realm cultivation. If we say he killed our two Jailors, it would simply be too absurd."
Hong Ying suddenly recalled something. "Was it this person?"
As he spoke, he swept his sleeve. Rain-like light intertwined in the air, sketching out the phantom of an azure-robed young man lounging in a Rattan Chair with a plump Orange Cat in his arms.
The old man's pupils suddenly contracted. "It was him!"
Hong Ying flicked his finger, and the light screen immediately dispersed.
He frowned. "This brat is indeed strange. Although his cultivation is weak, his background is extraordinarily far from simple."
He still remembered that, two days ago, when he had seen that azure-robed young man in the Night Watchman's courtyard, the latter had actually sat on equal footing with the Seventh Prison Lord, chatting and laughing with ease.
That highly unusual scene had caught Hong Ying's attention at the time.
"Go contact the Seventh Prison Lord. Tell him that Liu Changsheng is preparing to leave Eternal Night City, and that we will soon begin our operation as well."
Hong Ying issued the order.
In his view, the Seventh Prison Lord surely knew