Zhang Deming's group of eight arrived at the square and bowed in unison to Dang Xiangjun. Dang Jun'an was the first to speak. "Grand-uncle, have you found anything?"
Dang Xiangjun shook his head. "We were a bit late. They were already scared off. I've been searching for a while but haven't found any traceable clues. They cleaned up their tracks quite well."
"Even you couldn't find any clues, Grand-uncle? Then it seems we won't be able to root them out," Dang Jun'an said with a slight pause.
Dang Xiangjun was a master of tracking and searching, a cultivator who specialized in the Reconnaissance Dao. If a professional cultivator of the Four Symbols Stage couldn't find any clues, then they were likely gone for good.
The cold and stern Zhou Jiuyan, however, paused. He latched onto a key point. "Scared off?"
Dang Xiangjun nodded. "You could say that. I heard they were injured, but we couldn't keep them here. They got away."
