Duan Rong raised his hand, True Qi surged, turning the approaching green wild fruit into a cloud of green mist.
The baboon froze momentarily, a flash of fear crossing its face, its dark eyes darting around before it grabbed a branch and swung away.
Watching the baboon disappear into the dense forest, Duan Rong shook his head with a wry smile. "That creature!?"
That day, Duan Rong had just returned from Xia Honghua's place, planning to enter the cave for a sip of water to moisten his throat. As he approached the entrance of his cave, he noticed a figure sitting cross-legged with closed eyes, seemingly cultivating.
Duan Rong's eyes twitched, recognizing the person as Yang Yi from the Judgement and Rectification Department.
It was Yang Yi who had come to question him during the last investigation into Shang Xiangyu's two furnace explosions.
Since Yang Yi was here, it seemed Old Qin had already reported Pan Yong's matter to the sect.
