The man was around forty, with an ordinary face, a short beard, and a gray cloth outfit.
His aura was powerful, above the Mid Sixth Grade, and he matched Zhu Ming's description rather well.
"Found you!"
Qin Yan abruptly opened his eyes.
With a wave of his hand, blood-colored light flowed over the Mo Yuan Spirit Weapon. At last, it projected the image in his mind above his head, forming a translucent crimson light screen that floated in midair.
In the image, Zhu Ming was still sitting cross-legged in cultivation, completely unaware that he had already been locked onto.
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"Lord Zhao—"
Qin Yan looked at Zhao Lei and asked, "Is this Zhu Ming?"
Seeing the familiar figure in the image, Zhao Lei's face was filled with excitement. Even his hands could not stop trembling.
"Young Master, that's right! This man is Zhu Ming!"
Even his voice trembled slightly.
He had seen hope of capturing Zhu Ming!
The Shadow Guard Bureau had sent hundreds of men to search for days without finding him.
Yet this disciple of the Mystic Sanctuary had found him in less than half an hour!
"Good."
Qin Yan nodded, his gaze returning to the image.
In the image, Zhu Ming seemed to have finished cultivating.
He opened his eyes and let out a long breath of foul air, a relaxed smile appearing on his face.
He rose to his feet, stretched his limbs, then walked to the door of the thatched hut and pushed it open.
Outside lay a lush mountain forest. Sunlight filtered through the leaves, scattering mottled patches of light across the ground.
Zhu Ming took a deep breath of fresh air, and