"You don't need to follow..."
Mu Rong Ying shook his head slightly and said no more. He merely looked at Zhu Mi'er. "Materialize every possible direction that stowaway could have gone. I want to start searching immediately!"
No one wanted to give chase, but Mu Rong Ying alone had his own difficulties and had no choice but to pursue.
He knew that he had been the first to discover the battle here. That was merit.
But after making such a huge fuss, they had not even found so much as a fart's trace, and everyone had gotten away.
When Sword Immortal Rao held him accountable, having his merits offset his faults would already be a stroke of great fortune. If his faults outweighed his merits, it would all be over.
Most importantly, as a law enforcer, Mu Rong Ying could refrain from stepping forward out of fear of the Eighth Sword Immortal and Huangquan. But if he did not even pursue an ordinary stowaway, that would be drawing a salary while warming an empty seat.
Chasing them now was truly an act of helplessness! Zhu Mi'er had no choice but to use the Chrono-Space Disk to display all the spatial coordinates.
These spatial coordinates were marked using the internal regional codes of the law enforcers, all presented in numerical form.
Xu Xiaoshou would not have understood them in the past, but with Wang Chao's soul memories, he understood them at a glance.
With just one look, Xu Xiaoshou memorized everything through the powerful memory granted by Perception.
Having obtained the coordinates, Mu Rong Ying did not hesitate. Spiritual essence rippled through his body, and the shadow beneath his feet writhed as if it had come alive. It swiftly eroded the surrounding space, melting out a black spatial passage.
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