Neo burned his Life Flame without hesitation.
The familiar heat spread through his chest, like a blade being drawn partway from its sheath.
His perception stretched outward like a tsunami.
He scanned the flow of Qi in the street, the lingering distortions in space, the faint impressions that powerful existences always left behind when they passed through a place.
Nothing.
There was no residual pressure, warped causality, or any sign.
It was as if the Celestial Worthy had never been there at all.
Neo stopped in the middle of the street and slowly exhaled.
His gaze shifted toward the beggars sitting nearby, their clothes ragged, bowls placed in front of them in practiced positions.
Just moments ago, one of them had been Mu De. He was certain of it.
He stepped closer.
"Where did Mu De go?" Neo asked, keeping his voice even. "The man who was sitting here. Where does he live? When does he usually come here?"
The beggars stiffened.
A few of them exchanged confused looks.
