The group ahead numbered five or six, dressed in different styles, yet all carried an air of hardened competence. Of course, in the Northern Wastes, such appearances were exceedingly commonplace. No one would pay them special attention—except Ling Xi Wanderer, who knew their backgrounds well.
"Wasn't there a fellow carrying a cat?"
Over the past few days, through intermittent questioning, Black Robe had practically turned Ling Xi Wanderer inside out, leaving him with impressions of certain people and events.
Ling Xi Wanderer shook his head. "He isn't here."
"How many of them know about the Yellow Springs Secret Mansion? I mean the Xuan Ling Yin, and the matters related to it..."
Ling Xi Wanderer understood at once. Rather than answering directly, he merely said, "Three years ago, at Black Moon Lake, that Zhao fellow was there too."
So he knew. Black Robe's hood shifted slightly, signaling that they would follow. Ling Xi Wanderer understood without another word.
The group ahead moved quickly, penetrating more than a hundred li into the forest before they could go no farther. An hour later, in a secluded part of the woods, Black Robe tossed down the cultivator in his hand, who was already barely clinging to life, then turned to look at Ling Xi Wanderer.
"They said they were here to recover stolen goods and fence them."
After reincarnating into a Mystic Bee Demon Body, Ling Xi Wanderer's skill with "bewildering" incense had grown ever more refined. Although the premium incense he had accumulated over the years was now gone, dealing with these people was still quite easy. He quickly made them reveal the truth. Yet compared with Black Robe, he still fell far short.
They had questioned their captives separately. The cultivators Ling Xi Wanderer questioned were merely muddleheaded, but anyone Black Robe