Late the next night, the moon was hidden and the stars were sparse.
Chen Qing arrived at the Old Knife Master Inn in the west of the city.
He slipped into Jiang Bohong's room.
The room was simply furnished, and a faint smell of medicine permeated the air.
Chen Qing quickly scanned every corner of the room.
The bed, the cabinet, the desk, the corners of the walls... he didn't miss a single crack or hidden compartment where valuables might be stashed.
However, after a thorough search, he found nothing of value other than a few cheap sets of spare clothes, some common Alchemy ingredients, and several yellowed old books.
Forget large silver notes or Pill Formulas; there were barely even any broken silver coins.
'This old fox must have several hideouts,' Chen Qing muttered to himself.
Jiang Bohong had been active in the Ten Thousand Poison Swamp for years, robbing and killing. The wealth he'd accumulated had to be more than just what he carried on him.
