How Miserable

Magic Bear answered, "The scouts traced Tang San's route back for thirty miles and found traces of that kind of Self-Created Soul Skill. After comparing scents, they confirmed it was Tang San himself. But they found no trace of Tang Hao. It was as though he had vanished into thin air."

Qian Daoliu fell into thought.

Although Tang Hao was reckless, he was not without intelligence. Leaving Tang San alone in the Capital of Slaughter meant either that he could no longer protect him himself, or that he had some deeper contingency in place.

Either way, it was not bad news for Spirit Hall.

At the very least, they now knew where Tang San was.

Tang San possessed a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone and had no guards by his side. If he had not entered the Capital of Slaughter, the Worship Hall would have sent someone to take the bone long ago.

That place was simply too strange.

Fortunately, Spirit Hall had already gained control of all its entrances and exits. They had also investigated the area, and it appeared that no other entrances or exits would suddenly emerge.

Moreover, Qian Daoliu had a feeling that the so-called Capital of Slaughter was likely a God's Inheritance.

It just did not seem to belong to a good god.

"How did you know the aura belonged to Tang San?" Qian Daoliu asked.

Magic Bear replied, "Tang San carries a unique scent, a characteristic of being half-human and half-Spirit Beast. We did not notice it before, but after beginning a targeted investigation, we identified this scent. No one else can imitate it."

"What about the exact point where he entered?"

"None. He likely bypassed the main road through a fork in the smaller paths, and the subsequent traces were most likely cleaned