The Branch Lord of Cicada Tower hurriedly said, "Please, Senior Yao, sit here for a moment. I'll look into it for you right away."
As soon as he finished speaking, he moved his mind, and layers of mist rose around the desk, like the haze hovering over a lake at dawn.
Within the mist, symbols darted about, constantly shifting.
The Branch Lord of Cicada Tower fixed his gaze on several symbols and made small calculations with his fingertips. A moment later, he looked up at Yao Qingying and said, "Senior Yao, the last place where Long Bo, the War King, appeared was Qingyao Mountain."
At this, Yao Qingying immediately asked, "Has Long Bo, the War King, never left Qingyao Mountain?"
The Branch Lord of Cicada Tower shook his head. "I can't say for certain."
"Cicada Tower is fairly well informed, but even we can't track the movements of those at the Tribulation Crossing stage and above with complete accuracy."
"For instance, when you returned from Qingyao Mountain last time, Cicada Tower received no news of it either."
Yao Qingying nodded. "Understood. Thank you for your trouble."
The Branch Lord of Cicada Tower hurriedly replied, "You're too kind, Senior! May I ask if there's anything else you need?"
"Nothing else."
As her words fell, Yao Qingying's figure vanished completely from Cicada Tower.
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Teahouse.
A mass of black branches and leaves intertwined to form a seat. The leaves were broad, with golden threads woven through them. Though they looked cold and austere, they glimmered with a luxurious sheen.
Pei Ling sat high in the seat, his long hair loose, his collar open and most of his chest exposed.
Nestled in his arms was Qiao Ciguang, her skirts in disarray. Her cheeks were flushed, her gaze hazy, and the