Elder Bai did not rest that day even more a minute.
His pride, already stung by how easily Han Yu had neutralized him, festered like a bruise beneath the skin. Every time he recalled the slap that sent multiple guards flying, the bizarre moment when his mind turned hazy for half a breath, and the humiliation of failing to protect his young master, the anger twisted sharper.
But more importantly, the patriarch had given him an order.
Find him. Identify him. If nothing concrete turns up, capture him the next day.
So Elder Bai set the entire Birch Leaf Merchant Clan's network into motion.
He sent men to the taverns.
He sent them to the gambling houses.
He sent them to the bathhouses, eateries, merchants, and the quiet corners of the town where drifters gathered.
But Han Yu had been very careful.
He had changed into plain robes.
He had worn a wide hat during the encounter.
