"Senior Brother Jiang, I hope you're still there."
Mo Yun murmured to himself as he raced along.
He was now certain that the man he had killed by the Sishui River had not been the so-called Senior Brother Jiang.
The real Senior Brother Jiang was most likely lurking behind the scenes.
Mo Yun's eyes flickered, and he quickened his pace further. Like a streak of black lightning, he darted through streets and alleys, covering several yards in the blink of an eye and leaving only wisps of afterimages behind.
At the same time, in the north of town, at the Good Fortune Inn.
The candle in Heaven Room One was still burning. Its dim yellow glow seeped through the paper window, standing out starkly against the night.
Jiang Wuming paced back and forth in the room, his boot soles striking the wooden floor with hurried, muffled thuds.
He suddenly stopped and slammed a fist onto the table, making the teacup jump and spilling tea across the tabletop.
"That useless Tang Baizang! The boy is only at early Dark Force. Why has he been gone so long without finishing the job?"
As though something had occurred to him, Jiang Wuming's expression began to twist.
"I hope everything goes smoothly. I hope Tang Baizang brings back my Nascent Demon Core!"
As he saw it, the target had only just entered Dark Force. No matter how gifted he was, reaching peak Dark Force would take him at least another three to five years. He had no use for the Nascent Demon Core yet.
Besides, finding an alchemist capable of refining a Nascent Demon Core into a Realm-Breaking Pill was no easy task.
After all, only an alchemist at the peak of the third grade, infinitely close to the fourth grade, possessed that ability.