Without so much as a glance, he turned around and left, continuing on his way forward.
After half an hour.
The black sedan chair slowly stopped in a mountain col.
Duan Zhongmou shot an arrow into the sky, but despite waiting for a long time, there was no response.
"Strange, Commander Lian should have left the city before us, why hasn't he arrived at the agreed location yet?"
"And there's no movement from the Demon Suppression Department either."
Duan Zhongmou furrowed his brows, a vague feeling of unease creeping over him.
From inside the sedan came the voice of Chu Heng: "Could something have gone wrong?"
Duan Zhongmou shook his head, "It shouldn't be. Commander Lian, after all, is a Third Grade Martial Arts Master. Dealing with a few ordinary people should be more than manageable... Perhaps the city was too chaotic, making it hard for him to get away for a moment. Let's wait here for a while."
