But unexpectedly.
The Brocade Robe Direct Pointing agent descended the mountain in a fury, yet did not take Chen Jichuan away.
Zhang Yu was greatly disappointed.
His mind spun in circles, jealousy distorted his face beyond recognition. Watching Jiang Chong leave, a thought soon arose in his mind.
Malice surged from the edge of his courage.
He went straight back to his dwelling and hastily grabbed a few items of Chen Jichuan's clothing and used toiletries. Then he tried rummaging through the bed in search of fallen hair.
Unfortunately, Chen Jichuan was highly mindful of such matters. Knowing that in the Immortal World, there were countless sinister arts and curse techniques, he never left behind his blood, flesh, or hair, ensuring all were properly disposed of.
Zhang Yu searched for a while but couldn't locate a single strand.
"He doesn't shed hair?"
Zhang Yu touched his own slightly thinning scalp, his resentment growing even deeper.
Thinking for a moment.
