After fiddling with the Black Lotus Pestle and the Three-Skull Round Fan for a while, I put the two ritual implements away.
Leaning against the headboard, I took out my phone and looked up the location of Xiao Tong Town.
It was in Beibei District, not far from the factory where Zhang Yuchen used to work—only about ten kilometers away.
But it was over an hour's drive from Fish Mouth, where I was.
I also searched for the Honest Man Scrap Recycling Station.
It was near the outskirts of the town, backed against Shangliang Mountain, which ran through Beibei District.
Having pinpointed the location, I wasn't in a hurry to go there.
It wouldn't be too late to investigate after Master returned and his condition improved.
That would avoid alerting the enemy and letting those Nine Chrysanthemum Sect bastards escape.
If we could find the culprit and clues behind the deaths of Uncle Yu's wife and children, that would naturally be best.
If we couldn't, we could hand the leads over to Zhang Yunfei. That would still count as doing our part for the country.
Besides that, I was also worried about Xiao Yu.
I decided that after work tomorrow, I would go to her school and see how she was doing.
With that in mind, I sat cross-legged and began regulating my breath and circulating my energy.
I hadn't properly cultivated my breathing exercises during my time in the hospital, and the cultivation level I had just broken through to was not yet stable.
I had to consolidate my cultivation to prevent my Daoist power from slipping.
Although my Daoist power had not fully recovered, the advancement of my realm had let me feel the increase in strength.
It was not until midnight that I slowly opened my eyes.