As night fell over Huaizhou Prefecture, a hundred figures continued to weave through the night sky within its borders.
The density of their search was by no means overwhelming; now, scattered and distributed, they were even more dispersed.
The sect disciples' enthusiasm was not very high, not as useful as the Palace Guard. After Sikong Du encountered several groups and saw their weary expressions and lackluster spirits, he felt somewhat irritated.
With such a sect, let alone developing into a major sect, maintaining the status quo would be a blessing.
From east to west, the figure of Bai Bufen sliced through the air, shaking his head gravely; in the whole three two-hour periods on his side, nothing had been discovered.
Sikong Du's expression was also grim as he agreed.
"It's the same here. I saw the fugitive heavily injured with my own eyes. Could he possibly endure without treatment?"
