The door to the courtyard opened, and The White Tiger led eight cloaked men into the hall.
The hall was brightly lit by candles, and Ji Xuan and his team, as well as the fourth-rank secret agents of the mysterious heavenly Palace stationed in Yongzhou City, were seated.
Ji Xuan stood up to welcome him. Cupping his hands, he said,
"Greetings, seniors,"
The old dragon, who was the leader of the group, nodded at Xu yuanshuang and Xu yuanhuai and took his seat. The seven cloaked men stood behind him in silence.
"Did you find that person?"
The old dragon asked. His voice was hoarse and deep, as if his throat had been injured.
"You should know that even if the palace Master were to personally come, it would be very difficult to find that person."
The fourth-rank secret agent of the mysterious heavenly Palace said indifferently.
The old dragon nodded, and a hoarse and low voice came from under the cloak, "
"Where's the host of the Dragon energy?"
