"Come back to the residence."
Zhao Geng Nian's voice sounded in their minds and they gave out a small cheer in silence.
They quickly made their way back to the residence.
Inside the main hall, the other senior disciples were already there.
It was the same for them.
No one had found anything unusual with those involved in the tournament.
Zhao Geng Nian sat in his chair, stroking his beard with a frown.
Whoever it was behind it might be much more elusive than he had expected.
He might have to eventually seek help from the sect leader, but that would be admitting his failure, which was something that he wanted to avoid.
Aside from that, he had other matters on hand right now.
"There are news of cultivators that came from the North being sighted in the mountains near the city.
"We will have to deal with them first."
Zhao Geng Nian said and glanced at the senior disciples.
What he said got them excited.
Anything was better than tracking other people.
