"It's the fifth day, no news at all?" The voice was extremely cold, Ling Xuehan's eyes were full of anger.

Tomorrow he will officially visit Dongyuan Kingdom as the crown prince of Yin Kingdom. Before then, he cannot find the woman. In the future, it will be even more troublesome to find her.

His overall plan will not change because of this woman who destroyed half of his physical skills and insulted him.

"My subordinates are trying their best to search." There was a trembling voice, and the man in black kneeling in front of Ling Xuehan seemed to see the shadow of the God of Death.

It was as if the woman was fabricated out of thin air by His Royal Highness. They used various forces, but there was no clue at all.

Ling Xuehan snorted, grabbed the air with his fingers, and a domineering force pulled the man in front of him: "Today there is not a single useful news, do you think you are worthy of saying you are doing your best in front of me?"

There is no difference between trying your best and not getting any results, and not doing it at all.

"I realize my mistake." The man in black lowered his head, not daring to look into Ling Xuehan's sharp eyes.

A bloodthirsty light flashed in Ling Xuehan's eyes, he raised his leg and kicked him out of the door mercilessly.

Without seeing him vomiting blood and dying, he called out in a deep voice: "Leng Ye."

As soon as he finished speaking, the man named Leng Ye appeared in front of him in an instant, with a pale and cold face, with almost no trace of life.

"The reason." Ling Xuehan picked up a cup of raw tea on the table and dropped the two words expressionlessly.

He knew whether his people were useless or not. There had been no news for four days, which was unreasonable.

"Perhaps the face painted by the master is just a mask to hide people's ears." The key was revealed in one sentence, and Leng Ye's voice was like a machine.

Only he dared to question Ling Xuehan's words, and only he dared to make wild guesses.

Ling Xuehan's fingers holding the tea cup stiffened and he frowned.

Impossible. Based on his years of experience, he could tell that there was nothing on that face. It was definitely not a mask.

Leng Ye would not make such a guess unless absolutely necessary. This matter... does seem to be a bit tricky.

"Is there any other reason?" Ling Xuehan poured a cup of raw tea into his mouth, and Ling Xuehan looked at Leng Ye with emotionless eyes, but no anger either.

This is his only confidant and the only person who is useful to him.

"If the face painted by the master is the real face, then this person has always been showing himself as a mask." Leng Ye directly reversed what he just said.

There was no one who would not reveal traces under their investigation, but there was no information about this person at all, as if she had never existed. The only possibility was that she had never existed with this face before.

"Bang." The empty cup held in Ling Xuehan's hand was directly shattered by the force of his fingertips, and a terrifying aura flashed in his dark eyes.

So he was the only one who saw her appearance?

If that's the case, it's really hard to find.

"Except for his appearance, has Master noticed anything else about this person?" Leng Ye lowered his face and asked boldly.

Ling Xuehan narrowed his eyes slightly and carefully recalled the situation in Songshan that night.

He was certain that she was wearing black clothes, but all of his subordinates were wearing black clothes, so this information was completely useless.

correct.

His eyes suddenly lit up, and Ling Xuehan clenched his hands into fists little by little.

The reason why he was injured was that he was disturbed by the unorganized flute music.
Chapter completed!