"Let's see who you are!" Zhang Xiaohao sneered, a cold glint flickering in his eyes. He flipped his hand over and took out a golden bell from the Shennong Ring.
The bell was only the size of a baby's palm, radiating an ancient aura.
He bit his index finger and, utilizing the Three Pure Daoist Skill, drew an intricate gesture, inscribing a tracking array onto the golden bell.
After all this, Zhang Xiaohao looked at his finger with pained eyes and thought to himself, speechlessly, "I've been using the Three Pure Daoist Skill quite a bit lately! It's nearly equal to the total amount I've used before, my poor finger!"
Opening the door to his room, Zhang Xiaohao walked out with a straight face.
"Mr. Zhang, how did it go? Do you know who did it?" Upon seeing Zhang Xiaohao come out, Wu Qiaoqiao's face was filled with urgency as she asked nervously.
"I don't know yet, but I will very soon," Zhang Xiaohao said.
