"Strange. Where exactly did he go?"
"I can say for certain that he absolutely couldn't have escaped the sealing formation I personally laid down."
Originally.
Duanmu Hua had believed Jiang Yan would never be able to evade his search methods.
But now, after trying several different methods in succession, he still couldn't sense Jiang Yan anywhere within the sealing formation.
That left him with no choice but to wonder whether Jiang Yan really had mastered some kind of secret art that even he couldn't understand.
Perhaps the other man was hidden in some fragment of space here, or within a projection of history. Or perhaps he had already fled and was no longer in the area.
Whatever the case, his plan for today would fall through, and success would be out of reach.
"Damn it!"
Duanmu Hua cursed under his breath, a trace of unwillingness flashing in his eyes.
He had gone to great lengths for this operation, taking pains to evade the many probes of the Yu Long Sect.
But now he couldn't find Jiang Yan's whereabouts, and had no choice but to return empty-handed.
Not only would this leave Zhu Fengyue's hopes dashed, it would also cost him, the Great Elder of the Vermilion Bird Holy Land, some face.
"Forget it. I can't keep searching. Otherwise, I might alert the other members of the Yu Long Sect. That would be hard to explain."
Duanmu Hua stood still, hesitated for a moment, then made up his mind:
He would leave for now and look for another opportunity to deal with Jiang Yan later.
No matter what, he was currently on the Yu Long Sect's territory. Even though he had laid down an immensely powerful sealing formation here, the longer it remained, the greater the chance it would be discovered.