North Desert Underground City, Ancient Jiang Kingdom ruins.
Zhu Youji remained in the same appearance, wearing a pale mask with an iron-blue hue, a white robe with flowing sleeves that concealed his hands, appearing mysterious and inscrutable. Ding Xiu, carrying a long knife on his back, had his long hair tied in a braid, a smirk on his lips, and still wore the same attire, resembling a wandering swordsman.
"Young Master, why not kill these people? Take the map by force?" Ding Xiu, observing the surroundings, inquired.
"Killing is easy, but I still have use for these people," Zhu Youji, with the same hoarse voice, responded calmly.
"Use?" Ding Xiu's eyes flickered with contemplation.
"That Tatar woman is the princess of the Tatar nation. As for Gu Shaotang, she has an admirer named Feng Lidao, an information broker who bears a striking resemblance to Yu Huatian, the public figure from Western Depot."