Zhao Mu lived near the Escort Agency.
Duan Rong and Xiao Yu, moved with such speed, as if they were phantoms.
However, just as the two turned into an alley, Duan Rong's brow furrowed deeply.
They had just left the Escort Agency when four or five figures quietly and swiftly followed them from the back courtyard, trailing from different directions.
"They must be Ruan Fengshan's agents!"
Duan Rong's mind raced with thoughts.
It seems Ruan Fengshan, although not in the Escort Agency's courtyard earlier, was aware the moment they entered. Perhaps he deliberately stayed away. After all, considering Xiao Yu and his status as outer disciples of the sect, there was a chance they would intrude into the courtyard.
Whether Ruan Fengshan hid away or sent agents to follow them, it all hinted that something had indeed happened to Xiao Zongting, and it was related to Ruan Fengshan.
Duan Rong, while moving through the alley with Xiao Yu, contemplated with flashing eyes.
