Chen Yi walked unsteadily out of the quiet room following the housekeeper, his face still shadowed with dejection.
The housekeeper led him to the town's best inn, arranged his accommodation, and perfunctorily said "Good journey, sir" before turning to attend to other matters.
Chen Yi stepped into the room, and the earlier struggles instantly faded from his eyes as he weighed the Zige Bureau waist token he had regained possession of.
Previously passing through the underworld, Infinite King's territory, where the mountains resembled a labyrinth and the forest seemed like a ghost domain — if those dissident remnants cleared out by Gongsun Guan had truly hidden here, their lair must be extremely secretive with layers of protection.
Ordinary spies would enter only to find not a soul, leaving not even a splinter of bone behind. Relying on himself to search inch by inch? Futile, akin to finding a needle in a vast ocean, a death-seeking path.
