"Young Master Xu."
Liu Lu's voice came through the communication bead.
Xu Xiaoshou sat beside the tea table on the first floor. On one side was Xiao Wanfeng, attentively pouring tea and water; on the other was Xin Gugu, bored out of his mind.
"Mm, go on."
As he listened to the voice from the communication bead, Xu Xiaoshou tapped the tabletop with his index finger and studied Xiao Wanfeng, who refused to go rest, with an odd look in his eyes.
This guy could stay up for so long—wasn't he afraid of dropping dead? He was already a Sword Sect. If he died suddenly from not resting, wouldn't he become the first Sword Sect in the world to die from staying up late?
Xiao Wanfeng could not read Young Master Xu's strange gaze. Seeing him stare, he merely returned a smile and gestured for him to drink his tea.
Xu Xiaoshou lifted his teacup and took a sip. Liu Lu's voice then sounded by his ear.
"It's like this, Young Master Xu."
"Following your request, we investigated Jiang Xian's background. The information we obtained says that Jiang Xian has seven Throne guards and one Cutting Path guard by his side, with no Taixu accompanying him."
"On the surface, he has always traveled with only four Thrones. But according to our observations, two of the Throne guards beside Jiang Xian today were unfamiliar faces."
"We suspect that either the two familiar faces who had always followed Jiang Xian went far away to handle business, or they have already been lost."
They had indeed been lost... Xu Xiaoshou silently replied in his heart.
That meant Jiang Xian only had five Thrones, one Cutting Path, and zero Taixu left at his side.
The absence of a Taixu guard was not surprising.
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