Zuo Feng was extremely attentive this time, faintly able to make out the figure in the shadows. Yet, when the figure disappeared, Zuo Feng still couldn't discern anything else, as if the person had merged into the darkness.
Seeing this, Zuo Feng couldn't help but feel secretly surprised; the cultivation technique practiced by this person was exceptionally unorthodox, something he had never encountered before. Then, as if remembering something, he reached into his bosom and took out a small, pre-prepared piece of paper.
An Xiong immediately noticed Zuo Feng's action, his tiger-like eyes flashing slightly, looking at Zuo Feng with a puzzled expression.
With an awkward smile on his face, Zuo Feng said, "City Lord, I just accidentally forgot this slip of paper earlier. I found it in the mountain bandits' stronghold."
