Shadow Fox

After leaving the Demon Suppression Division, Lu Chen did not return to his residence. Instead, he changed his appearance and quietly made his way to the west side of the city.

Old Chen Teahouse—a nondescript two-story building.

Lu Chen stopped in the shadows at the entrance to an alley across the street. His divine sense spread out like an invisible net, slowly enveloping the teahouse and its surroundings.

Today was not the fifteenth, and there were few patrons in the teahouse.

The third seat by the window was empty.

Lu Chen observed for roughly half an hour, his divine sense meticulously scanning every corner, even the gaps between the floor tiles.

At last, on the inner side of the table leg at the third seat, he discovered an exceedingly tiny mark, one that nearly blended into the wood grain—

The outline of a leaf, matching Ye Hong's description.

Yet apart from that, there were no other unusual energy or soul fluctuations. It seemed Shadow Fox was exceedingly cautious—or had truly changed the method of contact.

Lu Chen did not alert the enemy. He quietly withdrew.

The trail had gone cold, but at least part of Ye Hong's testimony had been confirmed as true.

Shadow Fox existed, and was very likely still active in the Capital City.

When he returned to his residence, Yun Qingyue had already been waiting for quite some time.

Seeing that Lu Chen's left arm was bandaged and his aura slightly unsteady, she immediately stepped forward to examine him.

"Flesh wounds and a bone fracture. The yin-energy erosion has been dispelled, so it isn't serious." Yun Qingyue breathed a sigh of relief and skillfully changed his medicine and bandages. The ointment was cool, and the pain immediately eased. "I heard you slew a mid-stage Supernatural Power demon