The attachment is a table to be downloaded. Once downloaded, Zhang Yuanqing opens it. The table consists of ten pages, one page per year. The page with the highest number of participants has 2,300 people, while the page with the fewest has 1,600. From 1990 to 2000, the total number of Night-Wanderers of Taimei never exceeded 2,500. Over a million square kilometers of land and a population of over 1.5 billion, this ratio clearly indicates that Night-Wanderers are indeed relatively scarce. Of course, the number of wild Night-Wanderers is also significant, but still, when compared to the total population, they remain rare. Zhang Yuanqing studies the table intently, quickly pondering: "At this point, we cannot yet determine whether the Night-Wanderer among the Shadow Twin is officially recognized or wild; the investigation will need to proceed step by step." "Yes, the Light Compass appeared in 1998, and at that time, the four peak masters of the Xiao Yao organization—Liyang and the Shadow—were all at their zenith." Between 1990 and 2000, the peak number of Dominators was nine. Among them, six had returned to the Spiritual Realm before 1998 and thus could not have participated in the competition for the Compass—therefore, they cannot be the Shadow Night-Wanderer. The three still living are: the Senior Elder, Red Sun, the Judge of Justice; the Spirit-Connected Elder who manages the Training Camp; and the Elder of Star and Sea who oversees the Patrol Force. Let’s begin our investigation with these three. The Xiaoyao Organization has been silent for over twenty years, so only the elder members would know these details—whom should we approach? Yuan Ting is certainly not suitable; he is too young to recall such distant events. Moreover, given his nature, the stories of the Dominators would not have reached him yet. When the Primordial Heavenly Sovereign begins gathering information about the Dominators, it would surely spread throughout the Taimei Sect first. Should we go to Fu Qingyang for information? I first learned about the Xiao Yao organization from him. This time, if I show too much interest, it might seem overly conspicuous. Fu Qingyang is a scout—what if he picks up on something in my expression? "Ugh, scouts are so annoying." Zhang Yuanqing suddenly found himself at a loss. He wasn't bold enough to ask the elders for information about the Xiao Yao organization, since such longstanding details must have been known to them. Sending Sun Miao to inquire with her grandfather? That too carried risks, but it was the only option left—so they'd have to try. At that moment, Guan Ya stepped out, wrapped in a towel. "I've been waiting for half an hour, and I thought you'd gone into the bathroom to give birth." Zhang Yuanqing turned his head, glanced briefly, and then returned his focus to the computer. "If you insist on saying you're having a baby, that's not entirely off the mark—after all, the process is correct. It's just that you've had quite a few children." Guan Ya smiled, gave a little push of the accelerator, and then settled in to enjoy the race with Yuan Shi. To her surprise, the little terrier who had just been so eager and attentive now paid no attention to her beauty, neither offered any jokes nor glanced at her with a warm smile, but instead frowned intently at the computer screen. Women in this stage of romance always feel that they are their boyfriend's most cherished little darling, and cannot bear even the slightest neglect. Though, for the sake of a smooth walking posture, one should ideally avoid disturbing the night wanderer known as the ghost of worry, the newly awakened Guan Ya still felt a surge of emotion—“Though I'm afraid of being overlooked, that doesn't mean I'm not upset”—and said, “You lazy boy, what could possibly be better than me?” "I'm looking for an old friend, but I'm not sure how to continue," Zhang Yuanqing told his girlfriend, sharing his concerns. "I'd like to gather information discreetly, but once I step outside the official channels, my personal network begins to feel stretched thin." "The Sun-Bringer of Justice... Are you investigating the senior monks of the Taiyuan Sect? Do you suspect the leader of the Night Rose is among them?" "Guan Ya furrowed her brow—Yuan Shiyi's ideas are quite bold." Zhang Yuanqing didn't feel comfortable explaining further, so he merely nodded and gave a perfunctory response. Guan Ya said nothing, walked to the wardrobe, and selected a half-skirt, a long-sleeved cotton dress, and a black lace belt. She sat by the bed, still wearing her bathrobe, and slowly extended her two long, fair legs into the skirt, drawing it up to her waist. "Why not ask Ling Jun?" Zhang Yuanqing was momentarily startled. Guan Ya glanced at him, then turned, removed her bathrobe, revealing her smooth, flawless back, quickly slipped on the long sleeves, and turned back to face him. "Ling Jun is the door master's own son, raised from childhood at the Taimei Sect. In terms of seniority, none of the younger members like Yuan Ting, Yin Ji, or Zhao Chenghuang can compare to him. Moreover, he has a relaxed, informal nature, hasn't held any official posts, and we get along well. It wouldn't be out of place to share a few secrets with him." Zhang Yuan Guan Ya lifted her feet and reached into the black lace, pulling it gently up along the hem of her skirt, one inch at a time. "No, you're not looking for the leader of the Night Rose, are you? Otherwise, why would you instinctively avoid Ling Jun, only focusing on your own investigation?" Zhang Yuan chuckled. "Guan Ya, in front of you, I have nothing to hide. How am I supposed to cheat on you?" Guan Ya raised her brows, sneering. "Go ahead and cheat—see how long I'll let you off with a cut that's permanent." "Your Chinese has improved quite a bit lately." "It's a strategy from Li Chunfeng." "Well, he doesn't seem to be sparing his salary after all..." Zhang Yuan picked up her notebook, walked to the bedside, and kissed her softly, deepening the kiss with a lingering touch. "I'll go find Ling Jun." ... At the grand villa, Ling Jun's room. Ling Jun, wearing short pants that reached just below the knees, stood before a full-length mirror, holding a comb to straighten his messy, shoulder-length hair. Suddenly, a dreamlike spiral of starlight rose, and Zhang Yuan appeared within "You don't often come straight to my room, do you?" Ling Jun continued brushing his messy hair, completely unsurprised by Zhang Yuanqing's arrival. "What's the matter—something you need to keep away from Fu Qingyang?" "Didn't any woman tell you that a loose, carefree hairstyle is your most charming feature?" Zhang Yuanqing smiled, holding his laptop. "As a beloved figure among everyone, you naturally hope every aspect of yourself captures the hearts of young ladies." Ling Jun tucked the small wooden comb into his pocket and turned around. "You have fifteen minutes—I'm just about to head out for dinner with my beloved." How many romantic relationships have you actually had during your months here in Songhai? As a native of Songhai, I must take issue with this behavior of yours... Zhang Yuanqing mentally complained, yet remained warmly enthusiastic, placing his laptop on the table and asking, "Advisor, I'd like to ask you something—have you heard of the organization known as 'Xiao Yao'?" "I've only heard of Li Xiao Yao," Ling Jun shrugged. Don't you think you're quite witty? Zhang Yuanqing made a comment and said, "Here's the thing—I eliminated the spy of the Night Rose at Qinfeng Academy. That person had a piece of equipment called the 'Fragment of the Radiant Compass.' Have you heard of the Radiant Compass?" Ling Jun nodded, "Oh—back then, didn't a group of rulers and half-gods get their brains splattered trying to claim it?" The competition for the Radiant Compass was no secret among the senior leadership of various organizations, but knowledge of its prophecies was rare. He sighed, "I heard that the previous commander of the White Tiger Army died in that battle. My own father, who was just a regular old horseman, also participated—unfortunately, he was stubborn and never got his brains splattered." He then sighed again, as though deeply regretful. "That piece of equipment was quite interesting. Later, I returned it to the president and asked him about the battle. From him, I learned of an organization known as the 'Xiao Yao Group." Zhang Yuanqing didn’t give him another chance to spout empty words—he kept going: “The president mentioned that the Xiao Yao organization took a large portion of the compass fragment and has been missing ever since. He also said that the organization has four members, two of whom are Ye You Shen.” “I’ve been very interested in this matter, so I’d like to investigate further.” This was Zhang Yuanqing’s usual move—pass the blame onto the bigwigs and frame his motivation as mere interest. Though not particularly astute, for Ling Jun, this was simply a piece of gossip, something unrelated to himself. No one would dig deeper. Indeed, upon hearing this, Ling Jun simply said, “Oh.” “So you’d like to know which of the Tai Men members belong to the Xiao Yao organization? I must admit, I haven’t heard of this organization at all.” Zhang Yuanqing immediately shared his list of suspects, the reasons behind his suspicions, and handed Ling Jun the table on his computer. To灵钧's surprise, the very first thing that came to mind upon seeing the table was: "You actually managed to gather the full membership roster of the Taimei Sect over the past ten years! Did you just sleep with Sun Miaomiao? Otherwise, how would she dare to steal Sun长老's account and access all this information?" "How do you know it was Sun Miaomiao?" Zhang Yuanqing was taken aback. Ling Jun scoffed: "You only know so many members of the Taimei Sect. Yuan Ting's permissions are too low, Yin Ji is steady in temperament, and between Sun Miaomiao and Zhao Chonghuang, Zhao长老 would never hand over his account—never mind to even his descendants." "Haven't I made my point clear enough?" Ling Jun, who usually appears carefree and lazy, is actually remarkably perceptive. That's why Fu Qingyang calls him a 'junk'—he possesses such strong potential yet remains so focused on his romantic pursuits. Zhang Yuanqing gracefully praised him: "The mentor is truly brilliant!" "But I haven't slept with Sun Miaomiao. That's not the main point." "Linjun shook his head vigorously, smiling warmly. "No, no, no—you're the one who's important. Back then, when Guan Ya knocked out my molars, I immediately thought: whoever ends up marrying someone like this, a mother tiger, will surely have their molars knocked out every day. I hope you can fulfill the young master's wish from his youth." And if the current strongest nocturnal wanderer is even more intrigued, the two elders are unlikely to conceal their identities—though it's not out of the question that the then Master of Tàimén had done exactly that, successfully uncovering the Shadow Nocturnal Wanderer, though outsiders remain unaware. Zhang Yuqing shared his speculation. Regarding this, Ling Jun shrugged: "I'm not sure. Honestly, I don't know." "Then, do you think the nocturnal wanderer within the Xiao Yao Organization might be a wild, independent practitioner?" Zhang Yuqing asked. "Unlikely," Ling Jun shook his head slightly. "You should know that the quality of folk-level cultivators in the realm is generally lower than that of official cultivators, since they lack resources and access to副本guides. This is true even now, let alone twenty years ago. Back then, there were even fewer副本guides. If I were to say that one independent practitioner achieved peak daytime wanderer status, that would be plausible. But for two such practitioners to emerge simultaneously and coexist within the same organization—well, that's quite rare." "In 1998, there were only three peak masters at Taiyuanmen, and at most one in the civilian circles—definitely not two." That makes sense... Zhang Yuanqing nodded silently. In the world of the spiritual realm travelers, there exists a hierarchy that vividly illustrates the truth of valuing antiquity over modernity. Ancient cultivators rank higher than spiritual realm travelers, with earlier-era travelers surpassing those from later periods. This is because early spiritual realm travelers had no established systems—each had to forge their own paths through sheer determination and sacrifice, making those who rose to higher ranks in the wild, untamed eras true trailblazers. While reflecting on this, Ling Jun, who had initially shown little interest, scrolled through the table with his mouse, remarking: "So many familiar spiritual realm IDs—several even once held me in their arms. Unfortunately, they've all returned to the spiritual realm. Time moves swiftly, like a blade, cutting down the prodigies one after another." "Only after truly understanding the essence of spiritual realm travelers did I make the decisive choice to step back from upgrading, to relinquish power, and fully commit myself to finding a life partner... Hmm?" "My bed partner, right!" Zhang Yuanqing just muttered to himself when he heard Ling Jun suddenly exclaim, "Hm?" "What's wrong?" Zhang Yuanqing asked promptly. Ling Jun slowly furrowed his brow, "Where's my 17th brother's spiritual realm ID?"