Where Did This Scrap of Cloth Come From?

Black Tortoise Sect.

Yao Ling'er sat with her eyes closed in cultivation, yet her heart could not settle. She always felt that something was about to happen.

With that thought, she came before Ning Xuanwu and said respectfully, "Master, I have a feeling we were somewhat hasty this time."

Ning Xuanwu, who had been cultivating with his eyes closed, opened them and looked at Yao Ling'er.

"Say what you have to say."

"Yes, Master."

Yao Ling'er frowned and said, "Previously, we guessed that the expert in Pingjiang City was an Illusionary Technique put forth by the Qingshan Sect, which was why we directly sent Senior Brother Wuchen and the other to investigate."

"But Senior Brother Wuchen and the other have always been straightforward. Given their temperaments, they would very likely charge straight in and kill their way to the door."

"If that expert truly is an Illusionary Technique as we guessed, then it is nothing. But if..."

At this point, Yao Ling'er looked toward Ning Xuanwu.

Sure enough.

Ning Xuanwu's brows suddenly shot up.

He immediately understood the gravity of the matter. If what Yu Wujie had said was true, and it was not an Illusionary Technique of the Qingshan Sect, then Wuchen and Wuxin charging to the door...

Just imagine it. Could someone capable of forging such divine weapons possibly be ordinary? How could Jing Wuchen and Jing Wuxin alone be a match for him?

"So, Master, I think it would be better for this disciple to personally go down the mountain and investigate," Yao Ling'er said softly.

"Go."

Ning Xuanwu waved his hand. After Yao Ling'er left, he had intended to resume his cultivation, but recalling her words, he too became uneasy and unable to calm his heart.

Under cover of night, Yao Ling'er had already returned to Pingjiang City by dawn.

Unlike Jing Wuchen and the other, she did not act rashly. Instead, she went straight to a tavern and casually grabbed someone to inquire about the news.

Recently, apart from the few remaining small Martial Arts Halls, every other Martial Arts Hall in Pingjiang City had been slaughtered clean.

After a moment's thought, Yao Ling'er knew the problem lay with those few small Martial Arts Halls. They were merely a few small halls; with her abilities, investigating them would be as easy as turning over her hand.

Meanwhile, Yi Feng had taken Zhong Qing out to enjoy themselves for an entire night. Only when the sun was high the next day did the two leisurely return to the Martial Arts Hall.

"Wangcai, Wangcai, I brought you something tasty."

Yi Feng took out a bundle and tossed it to Ao Qing. Ao Qing ran over with a howl, but he had no thought of eating. Instead, he was thinking of a way to report yesterday's events to Yi Feng.

Seeing that Ao Qing seemed to have little interest in the food, Yi Feng was surprised at first, but he soon found the answer.

At the entrance lay a snow-white bone!

The dog must have stolen it from somewhere. One look at how cleanly the meat had been gnawed off told him as much.

Besides that, Yi Feng also noticed a scrap of cloth on the floor of the front hall. It was probably something the dog had carried back from some corner.

Alas!

Yi Feng did not blame him. Having raised a husky in his previous life, he knew this was nothing. As long as Wangcai had not torn down the house, he was already quite well-behaved.

"All right, carry that bone away."

Yi Feng waved at Ao Qing and ordered him.

Ao Qing froze.

From Yi Feng's expression, he seemed utterly dismissive of this bone.

That should not be right...

No matter what, someone had come knocking at his door. He should at least have some reaction, right?

Could it be that he had already known about yesterday's events?

At that thought, Ao Qing gave Yi Feng a deeply meaningful look. He found that the more he interacted with this man, the more unfathomable he became!

At the same time, he recalled whether seeing that scene yesterday had been deliberately arranged by the senior.

He had not forgotten Yi Feng's deliberate instructions before leaving.

The more Ao Qing thought about it, the more terrified he became. A wave of lingering fear rose within him. If that was truly the case, then this senior had been giving him a warning.

If he did not behave, he might very well end up the same way.

With that thought, he hurriedly picked up the bone in his mouth, preparing to dispose of it.

Seeing how obedient the dog was, Yi Feng nodded. He casually picked up the scrap of cloth from the ground and called to Zhong Qing, "Disciple, the house has not been cleaned in a long time. Use this scrap of cloth to wipe everything down. Do not miss the pillars outside or the signboard."

"Yes, Master."

Zhong Qing respectfully did as he was told.

At the same time, a bewitching figure landed at the entrance of the Martial Arts Hall, taking in every bit of the scene.