"There are notably fewer people," Zhao Cheng took over and opened a brand new pamphlet, comparing two pages side by side.
This was indeed an effective method.
Because seven years had passed, and the faces of most at Zhufeng Gate had changed, each a different name, now, with the same few characters appearing again, they became very conspicuous.
Zhao Cheng only stopped when he reached the latter half of the list and identified the first one.
Gan Zifeng shifted his gaze over.
Zhao Cheng, however, paused briefly, "…Him?"
"What's wrong?"
Zhao Cheng looked further down, "…He hasn't left yet."
He closed the pamphlet, "Let's stop him first."
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As time slipped away, the stars and moon gradually faded, and the night grew deep.
The lonely orange light of the courtyard was obscured twice, and finally, three people walked out from the house.
