Unleashing two powerful talismans in succession also made Cui Jiuyang's steps falter.
He Feixu seized that fleeting opportunity. A pair of broad wings suddenly unfurled behind him, and he shot into the sky, vanishing into the heavy night with a few beats of his wings.
Cui Jiuyang bent down and picked up the scrap of robe that still carried a faint trace of demonic qi, along with the crane feather whose spiritual energy had yet to dissipate. Looking up in the direction He Feixu had vanished, he snorted inwardly. He Feixu, do you think you can get away? I'll find you, and then you won't be able to hide those secrets!
When Master Tiger and that foreign devil Thomas arrived, Cui Jiuyang was sitting on a blue stone by the roadside, teasing the captured Ear-Reporting Spirit with his fingers.
Now that he had identified He Feixu's demonic qi, he could compare it with the aura on the Ear-Reporting Spirit.
Yet the Ear-Reporting Spirit and He Feixu shared no connection whatsoever in the origins of their arts. Clearly, it had little connection to He Feixu himself.
That meant he was keeping someone else's secret.
Master Tiger stepped forward and asked gravely, "What happened, Jiuyang? Did he get away?"
Cui Jiuyang nodded and said solemnly, "He Feixu's true form is a white crane that has attained mastery through cultivation.
"I saw wings sprout from his back with my own eyes, and he flew off into the sky.
"I can't fly, so I could only watch him escape."
Master Tiger frowned at that. "Doesn't that mean our trail has gone cold?"
Cui Jiuyang chuckled. He took the scrap of cloth and the crane feather from inside his robe and waved them before Master Tiger's eyes, saying confidently, "The trail hasn't gone cold! With