Chapter 122: Local Style

The mornings in Qinghe Township were especially beautiful. Upon stepping out from Ding Fang's family yard, one was greeted by an expanse of orange groves right in front of her house.

Early in the morning, Pang Feng left the yard, walking slowly into the Orange Orchard. He felt very tired, his spirit considerably unsettled.

Last night, he had been searching for the whereabouts of the black smoke, but after it entered the house, it vanished without a trace, not leaving behind the slightest clue. All night long, Pang Feng harnessed all his Divine Skills, tried every possible method, but couldn't find a single lead.

"What on earth is this thing? All the anomalies that occurred in the house must be this thing's doing! But where could it be hiding?" Pang Feng silently mused, as the image from yesterday's woodshed involuntarily surfaced in his mind.