While Li Chen was teaching the monsters in the mountain forests, Elder Fang sat in the seat of honor in the main hall of the Market Chief's Residence at Windward Lodge. Facing the roomful of subordinates, he privately felt a mounting headache and deep distress.
"Still no news?"
"Reporting to you, Elder, we have continued our inquiries around the market lately, but found nothing unusual."
"Fewer people in the market are calling themselves Li Bai now. We suspect he has already gone far away..."
Elder Fang looked displeased at this. "But according to the prophecy, he is still lingering nearby. That most likely means he is in one of the many places we have already searched. Perhaps he is hiding in the shadows, playing games with us and laughing at our expense!"
"We have repeatedly let him slip through our fingers, not because we failed to catch any trace of him, but because we could not recognize him afterward and let him go without a second thought!"
The Immortal Alliance had a Great Power in the primordial spirit realm, and its subordinates could also draw on the power of True-Sight Talismans, so they had detected something, however faint.
Someone suggested, "Then why not kill the wrong people rather than let anyone escape..."
Another cautioned, "We cannot. Li Chen is a Nascent Soul Expert. He is not so easily killed. The innocent people of the Equal Sea Domain would die first instead."
"Exactly. With his cultivation and strength, even if he secretly attached himself to someone's body, that person might not notice."
Before long, their discussion once again devolved into complaints that this would not work and that would not work either.
Elder Fang's headache grew worse.
From beginning to end, he had never felt he had any chance of catching