At this moment, in the small bamboo grove of Shushan's Eighth Peak, several Foundation Establishment Realm disciples followed behind an old man as they slowly approached Chen Fan's little wooden cabin.
The old man's hair was white. Though advanced in years, his face was stern and imposing, his strides firm and forceful, while his cultivation had reached the terrifying Golden Core Realm.
"Master, it seems there are only two or three small houses left ahead." A Foundation Establishment disciple pointed at Chen Fan's cabin.
"Hmph. If we find nothing on the Eighth Peak, then we'll search the Ninth Peak. For this thief to empty out the medicinal storehouse of my Alchemy Hall without a sound, he must possess a Shushan Token." The old man snorted coldly.
"Master, you suspect..." the disciple asked in astonishment.
"Other than him, who else on the Sixth Peak could commit such absurdity?" The old man flicked his sleeve and strode toward Chen Fan's cabin. Since he had personally set out, he intended to turn all of Shushan upside down.
Yet, after taking only a few steps closer, two people suddenly emerged from the cabin—one old, one young. The older one revealed a mouthful of large yellow teeth, his face brimming with a dazzling smile.
"Changming, what wind blew you here, to personally visit a little place like the Eighth Peak?" the Yellow-toothed Old Man said with a beaming smile.
"Bai Jing, why are you here?" Seeing the Yellow-toothed Old Man, the elder was first startled. Then his brows furrowed deeply, and a trace of suspicion flashed through his eyes.
"This old man was wandering the mountains and rivers. Seeing that the scenery here was quite lovely, I came to drink tea and chat with this lad." The Yellow-toothed Old Man laughed heartily.
Chen Fan gave