Gray mist spread, Sang Que stood within it, her figure appearing and disappearing, able to sense and instant teleport away from any anomaly approaching.
"Miss Sang found this place so quickly, I wonder where I slipped up?" Cheng Ge asked.
The little boy Xingzhu looked wary and hostile, tightly gripping the gourd flute and glaring at Sang Que. Cheng Ge put away the erhu, giving Xingzhu a look, signaling him not to act rashly.
Sang Que couldn't answer Cheng Ge's question. If it weren't for her opening the god-like perspective, she really wouldn't have suspected Cheng Ge.
He Buning had mentioned that Cheng Ge lived a normal life in Tianliang City for years, making a living by singing, without hiding his mixed heritage.
His arrival and departure records, tax records existed, and neighbors knew him; he had little contact with the Evil Suppression Bureau.
