Danlong Ancient Mountain.
Ancient Mountain Residence.
Chen Xuanbao stood before the window, listening to a report from a Green-robed Cultist. His fists cracked as he clenched them.
The report was simple. After several days of pursuit, they had ultimately lost Xia Chan, allowing her and the child to escape to the Capital City.
"Enough..." Chen Xuanbao released his tightly clenched fists. "Perhaps fate has decreed that she and that bastard child are not to die yet."
The Green-robed Cultist bowed his head and backed away. "I shall take my leave."
Just then, the sound of hurried footsteps came from outside. Another Green-robed Cultist burst into the room without even knocking, laughing aloud. "Archbishop, I bring you astounding news!"
Chen Xuanbao slowly turned, his gaze deep as he stared at the flustered cultist. "If this news fails to satisfy me, I imagine your family will receive some terrible news tomorrow."
