Jia Ren felt fortunate that only Qi Yuhu had arrived; he hadn't seen Qi Yulong. Otherwise, trouble would have been imminent.
Qi Yuhu had never seen Jia Ren and was unaware that he was one of the survivors from the Outer City.
"Do you recognize me, Daoist friend?" Qi Yuhu, whose thoughts ran deep, swept his gaze over Jia Ren. He happened to notice the fleeting surprise in Jia Ren's eyes, prompting him to ask.
"Not long ago, I had the pleasure of witnessing Daoist friend's elegance at the Law Enforcement Office," Jia Ren said with a smile, not wanting to arouse Qi Yuhu's suspicion.
Qi Yuhu's attention was fully on the Spirit Stone Vein, and he paid no mind to the Loose Cultivator still dressed in an inferior Robe. After Wang Qian's death, the Qi brothers had turned Wang Qian's Storage Bag and residence upside down, not overlooking a single trace. Regrettably, they found nothing. If it were not for Yang Bingzhi's repeated urging, Qi Yuhu would still be busy searching for clues.
