"No need, this is enough," Xu Zimei pondered for a moment.
He said to Situ Yunfei, "You watch him, I'll step out for a bit."
Situ Yunfei nodded slightly.
Walking out from the underground passage, the sky outside had already darkened.
Aside from the night patrol, most of the servants of the City Lord Mansion had already returned to their rooms to rest.
Only a few rooms were sporadically lit.
The air grew colder, and tonight's sky was cloudless and starless—shrouded in darkness.
Xu Zimei's figure was hidden within the dark, resembling a solitary grim reaper, vanishing step by step into the night.
At this moment, in the room of Lu Yangui, the City Lord of the City of Fearlessness.
He sat in a chair, holding an object resembling a twister in his hand.
He observed the item carefully, his intuition telling him that it surely concealed a great secret.
But he could not grasp the key to it.
A gust of wind blew through, blowing open the windows with a "clang."
