Late at night.
Squad after squad of soldiers carrying torches searched through the mountain forest.
The blazing torches lit the pitch-black woods with a crimson glow.
A pale-faced young man walked in the middle of the procession, carrying a long saber that was nearly a head shorter than himself.
All of this was witnessed by another young man, hidden far away.
Chen Qing's heart sank.
His senior martial uncle must be in trouble.
Otherwise, the Shenfu Sect Master wouldn't be searching the mountain with such a large force.
A wave of frustration washed over Chen Qing.
He now faced two choices: either return to Ling Province and inform Cangsong Taoist, or stay behind and search for Jiu Zhen True Man.
But either choice came with immense risk.
He knew Cangsong Taoist's temperament well; the man might just push him out to take the fall.
But if he stayed... even Jiu Zhen True Man had suffered a great loss at the hands of the Shenfu Sect Master. How could he possibly be his match?
