After descending the mountain, Jiang Ying stood at its foot for a short while. He had stopped to digest the shock of what had just happened.
"What are this Green Ox Gate's origins? They actually belong to the same generation as Fang Du. Judging by Fang Du's strength, he should be a third-generation disciple of Poison God Valley, shouldn't he? Whether Qingfeng, Qingyun, or Qinghe, none of the three has anything special about him. Even their master Xuanzhenzi has only barely entered the First-Class Realm. How could a sect like that, with disciples like those, have its members recognized as third-generation disciples by Poison God Valley? Could it be because...? No, no. He is someone the Dragon-Seeking Envoy values, and although our cult has no dealings with Poison God Valley, we have no friendship with them either. Poison God Valley could not possibly know. Even within the cult, only a handful know, so that clearly cannot be the reason. What could it be, then? Strange, truly strange!" Jiang Ying muttered to himself, unable to fathom the reason.
"Ah!" Suddenly, Jiang Ying slapped his forehead and thought, What does the relationship between Green Ox Gate and Poison God Valley have to do with me? I have good news now. I finally know his whereabouts. My waiting at Green Ox Gate like a man watching a stump for rabbits has finally paid off. I must hurry and tell the Dragon-Seeking Envoy. Poison God Valley-to think he actually went to Poison God Valley...
Two days later, in a private courtyard at the Heavenly Qilin Pawnshop in Huaqing City, Jiang Ying abruptly opened his eyes, having been sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, meditating and circulating his energy.
His figure flashed, and the door swung open with a whoosh. Once Jiang Ying's figure vanished