The two of them had almost made their rounds through the entire Yulifang.
The address in the intelligence report seemed inaccurate—it pointed to the most dilapidated hut at the very end of the fourth alley to the north of Yulifang. Inside, there was only an old man on the brink of death, who could not possibly be Xu Fang by any means.
Since he had never met Xu Fang before, Jiang Wang had no lead to start with for his sole trace-finding Dao Technique, Reminiscence.
It was the same with Zhongxuan Sheng. He had become accustomed to crushing everything with Heavy Technique.
"Is the intelligence reliable?" Jiang Wang couldn't help asking.
"The job was done by Uncle Seven Fingers, who is a former military scout and an old subordinate of my uncle's. It shouldn't be wrong," Zhongxuan Sheng replied, suddenly slapping his forehead, "Having small eyes just isn't right; I underestimated him!"
