After dawn, Vermilion Bird and his men returned from an overnight manhunt for the masked man, empty-handed.
Mu Yan understood; it was dark last night, and the man was injured yet still managed to conceal his form and escape, clearly well-prepared.
"He only took a few people with him, where could he have escaped to?"
Mu Yan knitted his brows when Zhan Lan suddenly said, "The more dangerous a place is, the safer it becomes—Black Wind Mountain's hot springs!"
As Zhan Lan led people outside, she explained to Mu Yan, "It must be Ye Xiuhan!"
No one dared to delay, and they all hurried towards Black Wind Mountain.
Reaching the hot springs, Mu Yan and Zhan Lan entered a cave and saw an uncleaned fire pit and some bloodstains.
"He got away!" remarked Zhan Lan disappointedly.
Mu Yan looked at her with profound eyes, asking, "How did you know he would come here, and why do you know his name?"