Before he could finish speaking, Zhao Shanhe suddenly leaned in and whispered:
"They're here!"
With a jolt, Meng Xiaoshi glanced over and saw those cultists from the Celestial Principle Sect approaching the mourning procession and the cemetery, conducting a search.
The two exchanged a glance, not too panicked—they had both altered their appearances.
"Stand in line!"
The steward leading the Celestial Principle Sect commanded, scanning everyone but found nothing unusual.
He furrowed his brows and looked at the compass in his hand.
The compass indicated that those two were indeed within a hundred miles—but nearly the entire area had been searched,
and the sect's top figures were personally searching within Chang'an Town.
"Where exactly have they hidden?"
The steward murmured to himself, his gaze falling on a certain grave, his eyes gleaming:
"Go, dig up that grave."
At his command, a cultist stepped forward.
