Chapitre 422: Chapter 415 Tracking

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A hundred and thirty li north of Gan River.

A streak of emerald brilliance flashes across the azure sky like lightning.

Enshrouded in mist, Mo Wuzhou seems a faint white cloud, his gaze locked from afar on the path of the emerald messenger bird.

A quarter of an hour later, the bird flies into a dense forest and, when it reappears, the small bamboo cylinder tied to its leg has vanished.

Above the clouds, Mo Wuzhou frowns deeply, "The Lower Courtyard of Gan River has just been established; which Dao Sect is this well-informed?"

"Or are they casting a wide net, indiscriminately conducting surveillance on a large scale?"

"I want to see exactly who is behind this."

For half a month, he hides among the clouds, circling the dense forest. Yet no matter how long he waits, no contact person appears.

"Very cautious!" Mo Wuzhou's expression becomes solemn.

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