Early that morning, Mount Heng Sect's intelligence man stationed in Pingyang came knocking, and he brought bad news: they had lost contact.
"You never received any message? Didn't you keep in touch with your sect?"
Elder Wang asked with concern.
If Mount Hua Sect wanted to enter San-Jin, Mount Heng Sect was an indispensable link. Without this local power's cooperation, it would not be easy for outsiders to gain a foothold there.
After all, Mount Hua Sect had come to solve its lack of revenue. As for fighting and killing, the less of that they did, the better. Otherwise, they might make enemies of the great local clans and affect their grand plan to make money.
The Mount Heng disciple, who looked like a shopkeeper, replied in a trembling voice, "The Demonic Cult surrounded Mount Heng. As early as half a month ago, we lost contact with the mountain.
"Only three days ago did I receive news from a fellow disciple that a party from the sect had broken through the encirclement. But as for their exact whereabouts, no one told me!"
After asking three questions and getting no useful answers, Elder Wang waved helplessly. "You may go. Notify us immediately if there is any news."
"Yes... yes..."
The old man answered excitedly, and before leaving, he did not forget to bow.
Only after the old man had gone far away did Li Mu and the others come out of the neighboring tent. Clearly, they had not missed a word of the conversation just now.
"Martial Nephew, what do you think?"
Among the seven people before him, Li Mu was the only one of a younger generation, and he immediately realized Elder Wang was testing his powers of observation.
"There's something wrong with this man. Mount Heng is enormous.