"Where is it?" Yang Zhen imdiately asked.
The search over the past few days had yielded no results, leaving him desperate for any news or intelligence.
Even an unreliable clue would be better than searching aimlessly like a headless fly.
Chu Wantong raised his hand and pointed at a spot on the sand map.
Song Changming looked carefully and saw that the location Chu Wantong pointed to was at the boundary of Yun Province, not far from the Red Earth Continent that erged from the Abyss.
"How did you find out?" Yang Zhen continued to ask, not imdiately thrilled.
"I once captured many Demons from the Flower Raccoon Slave Race. Most of them were tight-lipped, but a few, unable to bear the torture, chose to betray their tribe. I learned it from one of those Flower Raccoons." Chu Wantong said frankly.
"Is the information reliable?" Yang Zhen still felt uneasy.
"I can ensure they weren’t lying at that ti, but I can’t guarantee its accuracy," Chu Wantong replied in a deep, emotionless voice.
After a brief pause for reflection, Yang Zhen stood up abruptly, deciding to gather the troops and set off.
This did not surprise Song Changming.
After all, this was the only clue from Chu Wantong. Regardless of everything, it had to be investigated.
"Master Banner, please allow to lead the way. The City Lord treated with great kindness. No matter what, I must avenge him!" Chu Wantong clasped his fists and requested, his tone exceptionally firm.
"Are you sure your injuries are okay?" Yang Zhen glanced at Chu Wantong’s wounded body and asked.
"No problem!" Chu Wantong replied seriously, showing not a hint of hesitation due to his injuries.
He must go on this journey!
"Alright." Yang Zhen, seeing his fiery determination and vow for revenge, agreed to Chu Wantong’s request.
Just as Yang Zhen was about to assemble the team, a loud, clear bird cry suddenly resounded over Feng City.
The entire populace of Feng City heard it and looked up.
They saw a golden Roc descending from the sky, the sunlight pouring down, making it seem like a fiery bird falling from the blazing sun on the do.
Seeing the Golden Winged Roc, Chu Wantong’s expression changed slightly, showing a trace of guilt.
"Demon Race? No, soone is riding on it," Xing Tiexin remarked, yet still gripped his long spear, slightly activating the seven Martial Veins within him, Gang Qi surging.
The Golden Winged Roc flew straight towards the City Lord’s Mansion where they stood.
"Should we activate the protective array?" Xing Tiexin looked towards Yang Zhen.
If Yang Zhen wanted to keep this unknown figure outside the city, he would intercept that big bird without hesitation.
"General, do not activate the array. That’s the City Lord’s daughter!" Chu Wantong quickly said.
Hearing this, Song Changming recalled ng Shuxuan, who had given him ten Middle Grade Spirit Crystals as startup capital back then.
The eldest daughter of ng Jianli, who cultivated in the Celestial Star Pavilion in the Land of Three Thousand Spirit Mountains.
Seeing the Golden Winged Roc, he suddenly rembered.
Back then, ng Shuxuan also descended from the sky on this rare bloodline Roc.
But unlike the calm and aloof deanor of the past, this ti when eting her, traces of tears hung on her clear, beautiful face, eyes reddened.
"Where’s my father!"
ng Shuxuan’s gaze swept over Yang Zhen, Song Changming, and the others, landing on Chu Wantong, whom she was most familiar with.
Being questioned, Chu Wantong trembled all over, unable to speak.
"The City Lord has already..."
ng Shuxuan’s eyes, with long lashes trembling, indicating her unsettled heart.
"I want to see my father."
Chu Wantong looked towards Yang Zhen.
Now the highest command of the City Lord’s Mansion was with Yang Zhen, and he couldn’t decide.
Yang Zhen nodded, understanding her grief of losing a father, without urging insensitively, just letting Song Changming accompany her.
Inside a quiet chamber in the mansion.
ng Shuxuan saw her biological mother, as well as other family mbers of ng Jianli guarding there.
In the quiet chamber, a coffin lay horizontally, containing the body of ng Jianli.
The coffin bore runes, capable of preserving the body from decay for three years.
"Xuanxuan..." ng Mu embraced the dazed ng Shuxuan, unable to express the sorrow.
Song Changming did not enter, only waiting outside the chamber.
He had a brief connection with ng Jianli, not enough to say they were acquainted.
At most, he could only regret the loss of a good City Lord like this.
After a long ti, ng Shuxuan ca out with a sword.
This ti, her eyes were redder than before.
"Have they caught the assassin who killed my father?" ng Shuxuan asked, taking a deep breath.
"Sorry, I’ve already slain them, leaving you no chance to personally avenge. I’m deeply sorry," Song Changming replied.
ng Shuxuan looked at Song Changming.
"Where is that Flower Raccoon Slave Race tribe?"
"We’re just about to go, but it might not be true," Song Changming said.
"Take there."
This did not surprise Song Changming.
Both Chu Wantong and ng Shuxuan needed a revenge mission to release their inner pain.
"Let’s go." Song Changming moved to et Yang Zhen.
Half an hour later, the City Defense Array of Feng City reopened.
At the sa ti, dozens of figures shot into the sky, heading towards the southern border of Yun Province.
It was Yang Zhen and Song Changming’s group.
This ti, they aid to determine the whereabouts of the Demon Race, and to avoid alerting the enemy, they did not bring a large force.
They chose only part of the officers from the troops, and Chu Wantong selected so strong officers from the Feng City defense army to accompany them.
Altogether, there were dozens of Innate Level military experts, in addition to the City Lord’s daughter, ng Shuxuan.
Flying, it took only half a day to reach the destination Chu Wantong had pointed out.
With the aim of not alerting the enemy, ng Shuxuan had her Golden Winged Roc hide in the clouds above, following the team down herself.
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