Watching the old woman help the old man into the nearby grove, Jiang Yichun frowned slightly. He seemed to feel something was off, but the thought quickly slipped away, leaving him unable to grasp it.
"These two might very well be experts sent by the Quanrong Clan. I have a strange feeling," Jiang Yichun whispered in warning.
"Why don't we search around first to see if we can capture any of their subordinates? Then we can use poison to extract information," Bai Ruozhu suggested after some thought.
Jiang Yichun nodded, "Alright."
He took Bai Ruozhu's hand and slowly descended the mountain, searching all around.
After roughly half an hour, the two finally spotted the patrolling Quanrong people in the distance.
Their attire was unusual, primarily black with golden totems at the cuffs and collars, resembling drawn talismans.
Yet the old woman and man before wore ordinary coarse clothes, which led Bai Ruozhu to mistakenly assume they were elderly herb gatherers.
