In the deep night, the bright moon hung high.
Inside the mansion, the lights were bright, and the drawing room was filled with mist, quickly cleared by the air purification system.
This property of Bai Yujing had spent a fortune just on its decor. In fact, she had quite a few properties across the country, just like the courtyard in Gusu City that she gifted to Zhang Fan.
"Zhao Jie Xuan sent you to find ? When did this happen?" Zhang Fan picked up the boiling water, made so tea, and looked at Qi Dongqiang.
"Before he lost contact." Qi Dongqiang replied solemnly.
"Why didn’t you co to Yujing City to find ?" Zhang Fan showed an unusual expression. Early on, when Lin Jianyue was still in Yujing, he had already lost contact with Zhao Jie Xuan.
In other words, he’s been missing for almost two months now.
"Brother Zhao said to wait for you in Chang’an City." Qi Dongqiang took a sip from the teacup, gently.
"Good tea, indeed."
"Wait for in Chang’an? He knew I would co?"
Zhang Fan’s eyes narrowed slightly. I must say, ever since he trained in the Divine Splitting Technique and his Primordial Spirit was divided into three, at least half of his brain and intelligence were taken away by this Evil God.
Perhaps Zhao Jie Xuan had foreseen he would encounter trouble, the tribulation ahead and accurately predicted Zhang Fan would return to Chang’an.
After all, their only connection now is the Thirteen Zodiacs.
"So, you’ve been waiting in Chang’an all this ti?" Zhang Fan asked deeply.
"That’s right, we arranged for people at airports, train stations, and all major transportation hubs. As soon as we spot you, soone would report back." Qi Dongqiang nodded, sipping his tea.
"The mont you got off the plane today, we received the ssage."
"Did Zhao Jie Xuan say anything else?" Zhang Fan pressed.
"Yes, he left sothing for us to hand over to you when we see you."
As he spoke, Qi Dongqiang retrieved a file folder from the backpack behind him and handed it over. Zhang Fan took it eagerly and opened it. Inside was a painting, but it was a computer-printed copy.
"This is..."
Zhang Fan’s eyes shook, revealing disbelief.
He had actually seen the original of this painting, now shrunken onto this A4 paper, details were much blurred, but just one glance, he recognized it.
"Eight Kings Carrying the Coffin!?"
A while back, he had seen this ancient painting at Maoshan with Uncle Xu Xuan Guan and even burned incense for it.
But even that painting was just a Ming Dynasty imitation by a great master from Dragon Tiger Mountain, the original era is untraceable and had been lost for many years.
"He actually had this thing? What does it an?" Zhang Fan pondered.
Indeed, Zhao Jie Xuan had Qi Dongqiang and Qi Delong, the two brothers, guarding Chang’an, waiting for him and even leaving this copy of painting, surely it ant sothing significant.
"Did he say anything else?" Zhang Fan asked again.
"No," Qi Dongqiang shook his head.
"Eight Kings Carrying the Coffin... Eight Kings Carrying the Coffin..."
Zhang Fan looked closely at the painting. The eight figures on it were distinct, each taking a different stance, one hand carrying the coffin, the other each holding an item, especially one figure circled in red pen.
"Hmm!?"
That figure had a black and white swirl behind, like day and night swapping continually, holding a Great Seal in hand, marked prominently with a red pen, and there was a line of Pinyin next to it:
find!
"Find..." Zhang Fan’s expression was peculiar: "This seal?"
What was the origin of this painting? What does it an? Zhang Fan didn’t know, but Zhao Jie Xuan’s intention should be for him to find this Great Seal.
Since he left the clue in Chang’an and decided he would co, the implication is...
"His idea is that this Great Seal might be in Chang’an, possibly in Tai Sui Village?" Zhang Fan’s mind raced.
He ca precisely for Tai Sui Village. If Zhao Jie Xuan foresaw everything, then this Great Seal might very well be hidden in Tai Sui Village.
"This thing..."
Zhang Fan pondered. Before Zhao Jie Xuan lost contact, he left this clue, so it’s very likely he went missing because of this painting, or more specifically, this Great Seal in the painting.
"Tai Sui Village, it seems I really must go there now."
Zhang Fan turned the paper over, scrutinized it for a mont, and carefully put it away.
"You didn’t just foolishly wait in Chang’an for over two months, did you?" Zhang Fan couldn’t help but ask.
Since the battle at Imprisoned Immortal Temple, Zhao Jie Xuan had led away the brothers from Laojun Mountain, and who knows what he did to make them so convinced, waiting in Chang’an foolishly for over two months.
Bear in mind, Qi Delong and Qi Dongqiang are disciples from Laojun Mountain.
"Of course, we weren’t just foolishly waiting."
At this mont, Qi Delong’s voice changed, gaining a steady and imposing tone.
"Brother, you’re awake." Qi Delong said excitedly.
"Hmm." Qi Dongqiang’s voice shifted again, even their deanor changed.
Zhang Fan watched, feeling oddly eerie. Two Primordial Spirits sharing one body, impossible for anyone else.
However, these brothers were uniquely blessed, an anomaly, but such transformation was rather like split personality, making Zhang Fan’s skin crawl.
"Brother, how are you recovering? You’re not going to die, are you?" Qi Dongqiang asked with concern.
Before his voice fell, he suddenly slapped himself hard.
"What nonsense? This skill wants dead? You could die, and I wouldn’t!" Qi Delong’s authoritative voice tily shouted.
"Brother, I was wrong." Qi Dongqiang covered his right cheek, sounding sowhat aggrieved.
"..."
Zhang Fan watched as if witnessing soone muttering to himself, the voice alternated between authority and submission, unexpectedly slapping himself hard.
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