The Dragon Cavalry General's Residence.
Inside the sprawling estate.
Hong Yuan strolled leisurely among the pavilions and towers, his hands clasped behind his back and his expression composed. Beneath his feet, Earth Vein Listening Force spread out like a dense spiderweb.
Within a hundred paces, he could "hear" even the faint sounds of flowers and trees swaying or withered leaves drifting down.
As for the guards patrolling the residence, they had no chance of catching his trail. With a flicker, his figure slipped past like a ghost.
In mere moments, Hong Yuan had covered the enormous grounds. His brows furrowed slightly.
What was old Song playing at?
A friend had come to see him. Never mind failing to offer good wine and meat-he wasn't even home?
And someone like that had the nerve to claim his righteousness towered to the heavens?
Was he afraid Hong Yuan would smash another gate over his head, and deliberately hiding from him?
But that had only been a little joke between friends to express their affection. Song Yinglong was several decades old; surely he could take a joke?
Hong Yuan sighed softly. He was an openhearted gentleman who always treated others sincerely. This would hardly chill his earnest heart, though it did dampen his spirits somewhat.
Still, Song Yinglong's subordinates were a mixed bag, a gathering of all manner of demons and monsters. With him absent, what if those scoundrels stole valuables from the residence?
The more Hong Yuan thought about it, the more uneasy he became. As Song Yinglong's closest friend, he had a duty to look into things and prevent any thieves from stealing what they were entrusted to guard.
His thoughts flashed like lightning. Other-Force Net unfurled, and Hong Yuan rose on the wind, searching for the residence's secret treasury.
"Hmm?"