Strange

Had I really guessed wrong?

Faced with that doubt, Qin Ran finally shook his head.

It was not that he was stubborn or unwilling to admit a mistake.

He simply could not stop suspecting Finks while his questions remained unanswered.

That did not stop him from continuing to search for Finks and care for the young people suffering from Spell Backlash.

For the search, he enlisted Shiqi and several well-known private detectives.

With enough money on offer, the detectives were happy to help.

There was strength in numbers.

Qin Ran never overlooked that simple truth.

Though he was far stronger than the detectives, he could not match these professionals when it came to finding people.

Of course, it would have been different if Finks had left any obvious traces.

His Tracking skill would have let Qin Ran display Transcendent ability in that regard.

Unfortunately, Finks had left no obvious traces.

So Qin Ran had to rely on the most traditional method: asking around!

Thankfully, he did not have to do it himself.

With Shiqi's introduction, he could trust the detectives.

That went for both their abilities and their character.

All he had to do was wait.

As for caring for the young people?

Qin Ran looked at the crucible before him.

A lit alcohol lamp steadily heated it, melting the fat inside. When the fat was partly liquid but still contained solids, Qin Ran carefully added dried hibiscus flowers and ground sandalwood powder.

He tried to distribute both evenly through the fat while carefully controlling the heat, determined to finish before the fat melted completely.

It was not easy.

It took countless attempts to build up the necessary experience.

In fact, this was Qin Ran's fifth attempt at making Tranquility Ointment.

The first four had all failed at this step.