Wu Dong stopped looking at him and went straight toward the back, his hand on his sword. "Half a year ago, the Immortal Platform pursued 'Flower Poison' Yan Maohua, who had just entered the Profound Gate. They traced him to the vicinity of Yin Prefecture, then lost his trail. Later, they established that he had entered the Lotus-Planting Tower and never come out."
Wei Mingfu hurried anxiously after him. "Crane Inspector Wu! Lord Wu-"
"So I thought, perhaps Hua Wanquan never left at all, and has been inside this tower all along." The sealed rear door burst open before his Profound Qi. Wu Dong stepped onto the corridor beneath the night wind. "Years ago, his talent and hidden injuries left him stranded in the Black Robe realm. Now, what could make him sell the entire Jade Pavilion just to buy these two weeks for the Joy-in-Death Tower?"
Expressionless, Wu Dong stroked Jade Tiger's throat fitting, then rose like a long crane, crossing the bridge of several dozen yards in a single step. "I hope he really has entered Body Recasting. Otherwise, this would be far too dull."
The old man had never intended to find any evidence. Time was what mattered most now. He only needed to "know," then head straight into the deepest reaches.
His crane robes descended straight onto the Lotus-Planting Tower's roof. The injuries he had suffered in Bowang were clearly still affecting him, but Wu Dong showed not the slightest fear or misgiving. He pressed one arm against the roof, driving Profound Qi downward. The lake water around the tower surged like a lotus blossom. Amid the roar of waves came the cold ringing of metal: every lock and chain inside the tower was breaking apart, inch by inch.
Indeed, even if "Golden Deer," the old