The next morning, Daneel woke up from his slumber to find that there were no new updates on the situation with the Withering Leaf Sect.
Although he had ambitiously sent out spies to all nearby places where a hideout could be, no clue had been found about the whereabouts of the remaining members who were definitely hell-bent on revenge.
Of course, the possibility did exist that they might retreat to lick their wounds and recover before planning to strike back.
Yet, Daneel could not relax just because this possibility existed. It was also equally possible that they would mount an attack which could devastate Lanthanor.
Again, he hated this feeling of not knowing.
Although there was one way through which he could possibly find their location, Daneel put it to the side for now due to the high risk that came with it.
After checking on the mosquitoes to make sure that they weren't breeding beyond known parameters, Daneel made his way towards the doors that led out of the Palace.
