After hearing Li Xuancang's account, Huang Huayuan and the others grew even more furious.
"Lord Li, we have a way to track down Sky-Crippled Old Man's whereabouts, but we need your cooperation."
The Prison Tiger Bureau dealt specifically with Demons and Evil Cultivators, and possessed quite a few tracking methods.
"Rest assured, everyone. I will certainly cooperate with all my strength."
Finding the Evil Cultivator was Li Xuancang's bounden duty.
After discussing how they would deal with the Evil Cultivator, Li Xuancang asked them about Shen Qingshan.
"Fellow Daoists, Fellow Daoist Shen Qingshan has returned to the Prison Tiger Bureau. Could you tell me about his current condition?"
The matter of Shen Qingshan's cultivation being crippled had spread within a small circle of the Prison Tiger Bureau, and these few happened to know about it.
"Fellow Daoist Shen received treatment from his sect and has been recovering the damaged meridians and foundation. He should have recovered by now."
At this, Li Xuancang's face lit up with joy, and he was happy for Shen Qingshan.
"Thank you for informing me."
Soon after, three thousand Battle Soldiers and more than a thousand government constables all fell under the three men's command and began a carpet search.
Even if they had to dig three feet into the ground, they would find that Evil Cultivator.
The night was black as ink, dark clouds pressing down upon the moon.
The streets and alleys of the entire prefectural city lay deathly silent, with only the footsteps of Battle Soldiers and constables patrolling through the night echoing in the darkness.
The commoners barred their doors and extinguished their lamps, fear rising in their hearts. No one dared take even half a step outside at night.
Thirty li west of the prefectural city, in the western outskirts, stood