Wind and Sand Inn.
The north wind was as sharp as a knife, slicing through the rolling sands.
A cavalry squad suddenly appeared on the horizon, like a sandstorm, arriving in an instant.
This was a fifty-man Xuanjia Iron Cavalry, led by none other than the Spiritual Crane Daoist.
In his palm, a paper crane floated in the air as if by spirit communication, its head pointing in a certain direction.
"Indeed… the rat has scurried in here."
A trace of disdain laced the Spiritual Crane Daoist's face as he said, "The tracking techniques of our Cloud Mirror Sect aren't so easily evaded…"
He suddenly turned to look behind him, raising his voice, "That scoundrel won't escape a twenty-mile radius. Search!"
Xuanjia Cavalry members shouted, spurred their horses, and charged out.
Zhong Shenxiu, mingling among the knights, saw the piercing gaze of the Spiritual Crane Daoist swing his way, "Su Daoshi?"
"Your subordinate is here."
He frowned and stepped forward to receive the order.
