The next day.
Zhang Jing's neighbor, Wang Zizai, gently pushed open the door, poking half of his head out. His eyes first scanned the surroundings with caution.
His pupils burst with a bright divine light, and everything around him immediately became clear within his view.
He slowly let out a breath, thinking to himself:
"Phew—no one's around for the time being. It seems that the folks from Mysterious Pavilion haven't found me yet. I need to make my arrangements quickly."
As he pondered, Wang Zizai couldn't help but glance at the room next to his, where Zhang Jing was, a thick sense of hope rising in his eyes.
Hopefully, everything goes smoothly!
His plan was simple, which was to divert all the attention of those powers to Qingyun next door while he performed an escape akin to the cicada shedding its skin.
In other words, to mimic Mysterious Pavilion and pin the blame for the Opening God Seal onto this Qingyun fellow.
