The Dark Red Spore clung to the hem of his robe and immediately drew in its aura.
Salas crossed the corridor and returned to the Spirit Temple. He changed carriages twice along the way and even had an accompanying deacon inspect his robe, but no one discovered his silent follower.
Ji Yuan did not rush to take root.
The Platinum Bishop's Soul Power far surpassed a Soul Ancestor's. Any unnecessary feeding would leave traces, so Ji Yuan had the spore memorize the auras along the route and relay the Spirit Temple's entrance and underground layout back to the Dark Web.
It was just past midnight, but the lights still burned in the temple's secret chamber.
Salas sat behind a long table with more than a dozen dossiers spread before him.
One recorded Tang San's movements after he entered Heaven Dou City. Another came from Canghui Academy and bore only one name.
Shi Nian.
A deacon stood before the table, holding a newly delivered report in both hands.
"My lord, Canghui Academy has been unable to contact Shi Nian for days. The last person to see him said he followed Tang San alone."
Salas turned the page.
"When, exactly?"
"On the night Shrek Academy distributed the Immortal Herbs, Tang San left the academy alone. He returned half an hour later with blood on him, and his mental energy was severely depleted."
"The body?"
"We found none. Nor were there signs of a Soul Saint-level battle outside the city."
Salas's finger stopped at the edge of the dossier.
Shi Nian was a level seventy-two Soul Saint who excelled at mental attacks. His Remnant Dream Martial Soul left almost no external wounds when he killed.
Tang San had only been a Soul Elder then.
If the two had fought head-on, Tang San should