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White Tiger and Green Dragon, leading the Silver Armor Guard, followed the trail to a fishing village, but they were a step too late.

Green Dragon eyed an old man sitting idly, mending clothes, then strode over and grabbed the old man's collar.

"Speak, which way did they flee?"

The intimidation of the leader, Green Dragon, was too much for a commoner to bear, but the old man showed no reaction.

Green Dragon reached out and grasped the old man's neck, his eyes cold and ruthless.

Finally, the old man raised his head. Despite the face roughened and deeply lined by the ravages of wind and sand, it was clear that he had been a stunning beauty in his youth.

In the blink of an eye, Green Dragon saw a familiar trace on this face, and this fleeting recognition allowed the old man to break free.

White Tiger shook his head, "Forget it, this old woman seems confused, merely a pitiful pawn being used, let's leave her alone."