Xu Yanli lightly tapped his fingers on the table.
Blond hair.
"They're extremely xenophobic. No matter what I asked, they wouldn't say a word and just drove me away." The guard sounded helpless. "I'd wanted to stay a little longer, but they threw me out in less than a quarter of an hour. The man in charge said they didn't welcome outsiders and that if I didn't leave, they wouldn't be polite about it."
Xu Yanli nodded and dismissed the guard.
It seemed he would have to make the trip himself.
If that village really was connected to the Angel Family, then it was only natural that they kept outsiders at a distance.
The Angel Clan had always preferred to live in seclusion. After the Spirit Hall's destruction ten thousand years ago, they had hidden themselves away even more thoroughly.
It was no wonder they drove out ordinary people who barged in uninvited.
The best solution was for him to go himself.
After all, he possessed a top-tier Angel Martial Soul—he could even be called an exalted being among Angel Martial Soul users.
If the villagers really were the people he was looking for, then his face would be the best pass he could ask for.
Xu Yanli stood and paced around the study twice, then suddenly stopped.
He needed someone to go with him and protect him.
Long Xiaoyao.
He pushed open the study door and headed straight for the rear courtyard of the Prince's Mansion.
Long Xiaoyao lived in a small courtyard at the very back of the mansion. It wasn't large, but it was especially quiet.
An old locust tree stood in the courtyard, with a stone table and stools beneath it. A pot of tea sat on the table, beside an open book.
Long Xiaoyao was