In the alleyway ahead, the returning crowd from Lihua Hall somehow hadn't brought back any new spies.
Facing Zhao Douan's questioning, the Thousand Faces God shivered and knelt submissively, "We didn't find anyone. They must have gone out."
Where could they have gone at this late hour? Zhao Douan furrowed his brow.
Qian Kerou suddenly said, "Sir, is it possible that a demon from the Demon Path took them away? Like the middle-aged man codenamed Ballast Stone you encountered during the day."
This conjecture changed the expressions on everyone's faces.
If the guess was true, what was the purpose of the Demon Path State Preceptor moving the rebels?
Was it to gather information? To hold a meeting?
Or...
to strike again?
With his rich experience and once being a gold-medal Jinyi of the Imperial Court thirty years ago, Zheng Laojiu used the moonlight to sort through the piles of papers in his hands.
