Yan Zihao instructed the remaining monks, "Send these people away, close the temple, and conduct a thorough investigation. Once everything is clear, we may reopen."
The monks, fearful of their imposing new leader, nodded obediently, "Yes, Grand Master of Divine Music."
Yan Zihao's stern demeanor showed his intent to root out any dissent, "Carry those few back to their rooms, wake the divine children, and send them home. I need to investigate spies and cannot afford distractions."
The monks murmured their compliance, "Yes, Master."
Meanwhile, unable to locate Chu Qingzhi, his three companions settled down in a teahouse to drink tea. Shortly after they stopped searching, Chu Qingzhi appeared, "What are you all doing here?" he joked, scanning the room, "It's rare to see such harmony."
Hong Feiyu, clearly annoyed, confronted Chu Qingzhi, "Where have you been all this time?"
Chu Qingzhi's gaze turned icy, "Do I need to report my actions to you?"
