Meeting An Old Enemy
The thin man stroked his chin a couple of times before speaking again.
"How old did that cultivator look?" the thin man asked.
The veiled woman gulped before replying,
"He… he's young, probably sixteen or seventeen, but definitely younger than twenty."
An irritated expression appeared on the man's face as he replied with a louder tone.
"So you mean to say that our people could not differentiate between a cultivator belonging to a mercenary group and an itinerant cultivator? Do you think a cultivator of such a young age would join a mercenary company, or do you think it is a high-level cultivator that has returned to his youth?"
The veiled woman lowered her face even more and didn't speak.
"Do you think a cultivator that has enough talent to become a cultivator at that age would be without a backing? GO!! I want every single thing there is to know about that cultivator." The thin man yelled.
"Yes, my lord." The woman replied before disappearing.