Once the children had left, Zhong Daolong lit a cigar for himself.
Taking just a couple of puffs, Chen Fenglei quietly walked in.
"Ling Yunxiao still hasn't been found?" Zhong Daolong's facial features were shrouded in smoke, which made him look somewhat gloomy.
"No." Chen Fenglei looked guilty as he addressed Zhong Daolong, "It's as if he vanished from this world... We've cast a wide net and utilized all electronic and intelligence devices, searching every possible hiding spot..."
"The incident on Crab Island was the closest we ever got to him... After that, we completely lost track of Ling Yunxiao."
"That time on Crab Island... Did you say there were signs of a struggle in the courtyard?"
"Yes." Chen Fenglei nodded and replied, "There were neat cut marks on the bluestone bricks, likely left by a Sword Dao master..."
"Ling Yunxiao himself is a master of Sword Dao, could these cut marks be left by him?"
