Tan Yu arrived at the back of the sect. He had a bundle of scrolls in a bag on his back. He made his way to the manufacturing plant downtown. The formation was activated, and the air was being let out. Tan Yu unlocked the formation and went in. Under everyone's judgmental gazes, Tan Yu proceeded to talk to the workers about woodcarving techniques and ancient doll-making know-how.
Cao quickly sneaked out of the establishment. He had to warn Wang Feng. Maybe he could put a stop to this insanity. He found an outer sect disciple of the Shoushan sect and commissioned him to deliver a message to Wang Feng. Two hours later, Wang Feng arrived at the factory. It was too late.
Formerly finely tuned machines were dismantled and carried to the yard. Cao felt despair gripping his heart. He crouched, holding his face in his palms. Wang Feng was way too late. It was way too late.
