Zhao Rui took the Shady Grass from all twelve brocade boxes and pieced them together. Sure enough, they formed a plant resembling a cactus.
The only thing missing was a piece from the very top.
'Who on earth has the missing piece?'
Zhao Rui frowned slightly. 'Based on their earlier conversation, it's not likely Nie Sheng had it. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been so hysterical.'
'The man in black was out of the question.'
'And I don't have it.'
'In that case...'
Zhao Rui's eyes lit up as he instantly understood why Nie Sheng had given up all hope.
'So that's it. His two disciples must have taken it and never sent it back.'
'That would also explain why he came looking for me so desperately, even after I refused to help him.'
'Such good disciples!'
The night was cold and bleak, the moon clear and bright.
An hour later, Zheng Huai Peak arrived in a great hurry with a team of Patrols.
