Lost in his thoughts, Li Qingming did not respond. Meanwhile, Yin Li had already flipped through the medical case files quickly, shaking her head in disappointment.
"There are no useful clues, and we're running out of time," she said, slinging the mechanical crossbow over her back, "Get ready to eliminate the ruler."
Li Qingming still did not reply, his gaze remaining fixed on the handwritten "Duty Records" by Xiong Xuan.
"That's enough, Li Qingming. We've done everything we could," Yin Li said, adjusting the blindfold in the mirror, "We wake up, play our roles, gather clues, and hold out until the very end. We couldn't have done any better. If this doesn't work, then it only means there's no saving this Secret Realm. The ruler deserves to be cleared out. There's nothing to be disheartened about; most Role-play Mysteries end this way."
Li Qingming remained silent, his head still bowed.
