Village.
Small paths.
Fields.
The surroundings were quiet; not a single person was in sight.
But Jiang Qiao's gaze shifted, settling with certainty on the woods beside the village entrance. Just a few breaths ago, he had caught a trace of Chilly Aura mingled with faint wisps of vital energy. It had appeared, then vanished without a trace.
Clearly.
Someone had approached and hidden themselves.
This person's concealment technique was extremely refined. Ordinary people would find it difficult to notice, but it could not escape Jiang Qiao's senses.
"Brother."
"If you don't show yourself, I'll start killing."
Jiang Qiao said with a smile.
His tone was relaxed.
There was not the slightest hint of malice, making it sound like a joke.
But would anyone dare bet that he was joking?
No.
So, the next second.
A shadow emerged from the woods.
At first, it was somewhat blurry.
Then it gradually became clear.
In the end, it revealed a man of about twenty-seven or twenty-eight, dressed in a black jacket.
"Brother, please don't misunderstand."
"I was merely passing by. I saw a fierce supernatural clash here, so I came over to investigate."
The man's voice carried a touch of apology and surprise.
"I disturbed you, Brother."
"My sincerest apologies."
"I noticed that your methods seem related to lightning, Brother. They resemble someone I met before."
"May I ask whether Your Excellency knows the Dragon Tiger Daoist?"
Hm?
The Dragon Tiger Daoist?
Right.
This man's accent sounded somewhat similar to those southerners Yan Mo, Chen Xiaowan, and Chen Baolin.
Jiang Qiao gave it a little thought.
"You're from the south? You know the Dragon Tiger Daoist?"
"Not really."
"I've merely met him."
"My name is Shen Boxia. I have some dealings with Zhang Qun, the eldest young master of the Zhang Family