The air surged.
Breezes swept in through the surrounding windows of the guild hall, causing Li Chengyi's robe to flutter slightly.
At this moment, he gazed upward at the scene above.
On a horizontal beam at the ceiling, he could barely make out a palm-sized box placed there.
'So it's true... even in his dying moments, he didn't forget to leave a clue for his own people. But why so secretive? Could it be that apart from their organization, there are other Blind Spot Individuals? Or, does this method of departure only allow a fixed number of people to leave? Is it not possible with too many?'
Li Chengyi's mind quickly raced with guesses.
He estimated the height of the beam, bent his body slightly, and leaped upward.
Whoosh!
At that instant.
Particle streams, the color of wisteria, burst forth from the jet nozzles behind his arms and calves. A massive amount of particles formed a veil-like, beautiful aureole in mid-air, lifting him lightly into flight.
