The thin man stroked his chin a couple of times before speaking again.
"How old did that cultivator look?" the thin man asked.
The veiled woman gulped before replying,
"He⦠he's young, probably sixteen or seventeen, but definitely younger than twenty."
An irritated expression appeared on the man's face as he replied with a louder tone.
"So you mean to say that our people could not differentiate between a cultivator belonging to a mercenary group and an itinerant cultivator? Do you think a cultivator of such a young age would join a mercenary company, or do you think it is a high-level cultivator that has returned to his youth?"
The veiled woman lowered her face even more and didn't speak.
"Do you think a cultivator that has enough talent to become a cultivator at that age would be without a backing? GO!! I want every single thing there is to know about that cultivator." The thin man yelled.
"Yes, my lord." The woman replied before disappearing.
