Wang Anfeng silently raised his head.
Not far ahead was a large building surrounded by a fence, and thirty miles behind was the gate of Xiong City.
Three days had already passed.
Tomorrow was the day the martial arts gathering was to commence.
He had rushed about for three days but still found nothing, unable to trace the actions of the White Tiger Hall's subordinates. Such an outcome was within his expectations.
This was his first time in this northwest city, a city as grand in scale and complexity as the Great Qin's Fufeng, with an even more complex mix of people and relationships due to its proximity to the Northern Frontier.
Since White Tiger Hall dared to strike here, they must have been fully prepared, knowing the news would leak, making them even more cautious. If he had found them within such a short time, how could the White Tiger Hall have rampaged through the Great Qin's Jianghu for decades without being eradicated?
