An Ning searched for any sign of Xiao Lang, berating herself for forgetting about him.
"Hm?"
An Ning's spiritual power resonated with something in an alley. The feeling was similar to the resonance she shared with Xiao Lang's spiritual power at night.
She hurried into the alley and found something near a corner of the wall.
'He really is one of a kind.'
The damp stain in the corner was, unmistakably, urine left behind by Xiao Lang.
Leaving urine behind wasn't suspicious, but the fact that his urine contained residual spiritual power was what made it so peculiar.
An Ning's spiritual power acted like a microscope, imprinting every inch of the surrounding ground into her mind's eye for a deeper analysis.
'Paw prints.'
An Ning followed Xiao Lang's barely visible paw prints for a few steps before they vanished, replaced by human footprints.
They were distinct, yet chaotic.
'This wasn't one person. It was at least three. They took Xiao Lang.'
