A night without words, several people had been busy all evening, but had achieved absolutely nothing.
Dawn began to break, and members of the Divine Sun Holy Sect returned to the main hall.
Wang Tao was the first to inquire, "Ministry Councillor Hu, did anything happen last night?"
"Nothing, nothing," Ministry Councillor Hu quickly shook his head, responding, "I just checked the names, everyone is safe and sound."
"It seems that the person is only capable of that much, masquerading as a ghost, only knowing how to pull off small tricks," Wang Tao breathed a sigh of relief, saying.
Xu Zimei, who was beside them, stood up from the recliner, stretched his back, and said to Wang Tao, "Young man, I see darkness on your brow, perhaps you are facing an imminent blood disaster."
"What do you mean?" Wang Tao frowned and asked.
Xu Zimei did not answer but just smiled faintly, then walked outside the hall on his own, stretching his limbs in the early morning sun.
