Like a puppeteer moving his strings, Yang Qing threaded his spiritual sense deeper and deeper into the gorge via the silver thread ball. He had come across faint residual traces of other types of yin qi, but still not the one he was actually looking for.
If he was being honest, he wasn't even sure he would find any traces of it here. The only reason he even thought to look was because of Bai Chen's soul lamp. He was here hoping that maybe, whatever it was that caused the soul lamp to contain traces of nebulous yin qi might have left behind traces in places other than the lamp itself.
But even if he did find said traces here, what then? It wouldn't bring him any closer to finding Bai Chen. The best he would get out of it was maybe finally confirming the location of Bai Chen's and Jiang Hao's disappearance—and that whoever did it knew how to use nebulous yin qi.
Other than that, he wouldn't be any closer to uncovering the identity of whoever disappeared them.
