Songyi City, the Xing Family.
It was already late at night, but the Xing Mansion was still brightly lit.
Xing Zhiyuan paced back and forth in the hall, while Xing Jing'an was practicing his fist skills on the side.
"Strange, it's been over half an hour, why hasn't Yue Jiang come back yet."
"He's just a kid in the Bone Forging Realm, with Yue Jiang's skills, he should be able to handle it easily without much trouble."
"Could it be that he's been discovered?"
Xing Zhiyuan felt a bit restless.
His son had been dead for over a month, and the Clan Leader said he would investigate the matter, but there was still no result yet.
Xing Zhiyuan initially wanted to capture Lin Zheyu during that raid on White Stone Mountain to see if any clues could be extracted.
Who would have thought those bandits were such a bunch of failures, so well-prepared yet unable to take White Stone Mountain.
"Dad, why don't I go have a look!"
