Jiang Wang once again sat on the horizontal branch where he used to meditate.
He opened his Qianyang Red Pupil, carefully inspecting the surroundings, trying to find even the slightest clue... but ended up with nothing.
He leaped down and recalled the direction in which Lin Youxie left, following the barely remembered path.
With each step he took, he meticulously examined the surrounding areas, as if facing a life-and-death battle, missing no clue.
Thus, step by step, treading on dry bamboo leaves, he exited this dense forest and reached the nearest city, yet still found no results.
Jiang Wang had anticipated this in his heart, so on the way back, he remained calm.
After all, more than three months had passed. Even if there had been traces, they would have been silently erased by nature. Besides, he couldn't compare to those green-card professionals from the Patrol Inspection Bureau.
