Yijing City.
Clear Glory Street.
Song Wen threaded through the passing crowd, a trace of melancholy lingering between his brows.
He had been here for over a month, yet he had not gathered the slightest information regarding Huang Yangshu's whereabouts.
The only useful information he had obtained was that several thousand years ago, Huang Yangshu had married into the Rong Clan and formed a Daoist couple with Song Wen's great enemy—Rong Luan.
Huang Yangshu kept a low profile and rarely ventured out. Year-round, he cultivated in seclusion within Rong Ridge, where the Rong Clan resided.
Even when he occasionally went out, he disliked making a grand spectacle of it and preferred to act in secret. Even members of the Rong Clan found it difficult to learn his whereabouts, much less an outsider like Song Wen.
There was no enmity between Song Wen and Huang Yangshu, but because the latter was Rong Luan's husband, Song Wen still very much wanted to kill him with his own hands.
He had even considered leaving the name "Fan Kang" at the place where Huang Yangshu fell after killing him, using it to mock Rong Luan.
Yet after tracking him for more than a month without finding the slightest trace of Huang Yangshu, Song Wen could not help considering shifting his target.
Disguised as a late-stage Spirit Transformation cultivator, Song Wen walked down the street like the other passersby, looking around from time to time and occasionally entering a shop that caught his interest.
Suddenly, Song Wen seemed to sense something and looked up into the sky.
More than a dozen figures stood in midair, all gazing toward the western horizon. Clearly, they were waiting for someone.
Apart from them, the vast sky was devoid of anyone else.
One had to know that Yijing City