Each With Their Own Scheme, None Escaping Their Fate

"Yan Chixia entered the capital yesterday at noon. With him were Zhiqiu Yiye of Kunlun, Ning Caichen, Swordsman Xiahou, and more than forty others. Most of them are probably users."

"I paid to pass the request through two intermediaries and pulled some strings. A broker then arranged for a group of refugees to serve as lookouts at the city gates and other key locations. They confirmed that early this morning, an old monk and a young monk entered the city with a group of people."

"The group kept the two monks half-surrounded, so the lookouts couldn't see their faces. But judging by the details in their reports, and by that clumsy attempt to hide them—"

"I strongly suspect they're White Cloud Monk, who's already cultivated Golden Blood in A Chinese Ghost Story 3, and his disciple. Most of the people with them are probably users too."

The group sat in the courtyard, watching Yang Three scribble on the pile of white paper before him with a charcoal pencil, gripping it like a schoolchild drawing pictures.

Compared with the brushes ancient scholars favored, the coarse charcoal pencil felt far more natural in their hands.

"According to the users with Fu Tianchou, Zuo Qianhu seems to have listened to some of what they said. He didn't go straight back to report, but no one can find him now. For the time being, we're treating him as missing."

On the paper, he circled the words "Zuo Qianhu" and added a question mark.

"White Cloud Monk is extremely important, but according to the lookouts, the younger monk was just a boy in his early teens. I can't be sure they're the two we think they are."

"So, Chen Four, sorry for the trouble, but follow the leads and try to get a look at