Chapter 413 Nine Orifices

Half a month later.

In the dead of night, within the deep mountains of East Ridge, somewhere upstream on the Gan River, a dark-covered small boat quietly floated in the middle of the river.

Wearing light black armor, Dantai Zong sat helplessly kneeling in front of a square low table.

"The butchers, vegetable farmers, and grain store clerks in the market at the mouth of the valley all belong to us. But so much time has passed, and we haven't seen that person show up even once."

"And the few spiritual fields closest to that hillside are also planted by our people, we haven't seen that guy come down from the mountain at all."

"Young Master, could that person have died inside his house?"

"Go!" Lin Su, the middle-aged man in a gray robe, gave the other a displeased glance.

Dantai Zong's face was full of helplessness: "Cooped up in the little wooden hut every day, how can he stand staying in there?"