Yuyao City.
In the center of the city, within the Zhenyang Hall, there was a secret chamber where Chen Jingtian sat in the seat of honor.
Beneath him, Zhu Yun and Lan Yu sat opposite each other, all three looking somewhat melancholic, as if they had concerns weighing on their minds.
In the dim light and the silent atmosphere, the scene appeared rather somber.
At that moment, Chen Jingtian let out a long sigh, then spoke up, "Junior Brother Zhu!"
"It has been nearly two months since the battle at the Tianluan Mountain Range ended. Is there still no news of the Tyrant Spirit Ape?"
"None," Zhu Yun replied helplessly.
Initially, they had pursued several fleeing Demonic Beasts from different directions, with the Tyrant Spirit Ape following his instructions to chase the Wind Dusk Beast to the south.
They had thought that with the strength of the Tyrant Spirit Ape, even if it could not catch up with the Wind Dusk Beast, there would be no danger.
