"I'm sure it's in this village, but as for the exact location... I can't pinpoint it!" Zhu Xiang said with a helpless expression.
On the outside, he looked like a middle-aged Daoist in his fifties with a square face.
But those who truly knew him were aware that he had just turned thirty this year.
The reason he looked so old was because he was constantly on the move, suppressing ghosts and demons all over the country. The lack of rest and the immense drain on his energy had caused this premature aging.
The other man, Dai Yunhua of the Thunderclap Palm, was a short, stocky, bald man with extremely thick arms. He was in his late twenties and full of vigor. Combining his Palm Technique with his marksmanship, he had built quite a reputation for himself in the martial world.
This time, because of his relationship with Brother Hao—the two were old friends—he had worried for Brother Hao's safety and volunteered to join the investigation.
