"I was still in touch with him last night. He said he wanted to buy some cultivation supplies for the kids at the Martial Arts Hall. We agreed I'd take him this afternoon, but now I can't reach him." Old Jin told Lin Shuguang everything he knew.
Sitting in the car, Lin Shuguang asked, "Have you checked the Martial Arts Hall?"
Old Jin nodded. "I went over there. The people there said he went out this morning, but they didn't know exactly where. Old Lin, do you think some enemy of his caught him again?"
Lin Shuguang fell silent for a while, then shook his head. "It's hard to say right now. I'll make a call and ask."
He called Master Jin. Master Jin was a local power in Huai City, with numerous disciples and grand-disciples. With a single phone call, members of the Jin Family's younger generations immediately fanned out across the city.
"Let's wait for news." Lin Shuguang hung up and looked at Old Jin.
Old Jin had no other options for now, so he could only wait.
Lin Shuguang arranged a room for him to rest in, then turned and went to the Cultivation Room.
Nearly two hours later, Master Jin called.
"Someone saw him in the [Blood Desolate Land] this morning, but no one has seen him since. Unless something unexpected happened, he's trapped inside now... Oh, Mr. Lin, my people mentioned something else. Around noon today, several Hunting Groups fled the [Blood Desolate Land] with injuries. I'm afraid something has happened in there."
After hanging up, Lin Shuguang informed Old Jin.
"Wait here for me. I'll go alone."
Old Jin was an apothecary, and his own strength was nothing special. He knew that if he followed Lin Shuguang into the [Blood Desolate Land], he would