"Bang!"
Shen Hao slammed his hand heavily on the table, jolting the teacup so hard it almost fell to the floor, but Wang Jian, quick-eyed and swift-handed, caught it and set it right.
"Where are they? Still no clues?"
"Sir, centering on Five Rams City, over the past three days we've sent people to check all the official roads, side paths, and even some old abandoned routes, but no one saw Ma San or his group.
The teleportation arrays in every city likewise didn't find any trace of them.
I even ordered a review of the guest registries in the city's inns—still no relevant personnel information..."
Shen Hao rubbed his brow. He admitted he'd handled this matter too carelessly, hadn't thought it through, and somehow let the opposing side slip through his fingers, suddenly turning the situation passive.
