"Hello, my friend has gone missing, have you seen my friend?"
At Rowling's doorstep, the man wearing a mask, whose face and features were indistinct, sounded somewhat anxious.
He stood in the rain, holding a black umbrella, appearing very desolate.
And yet, this extinguished the rage in Rowling's heart all at once.
It wasn't that she harbored any goodwill, but that the Veda Sect had just killed an innocent vagrant, and now someone was showing up at her door with a missing person flier.
Rowling had joined the Veda Sect only in the past few days, and her mental resilience had not yet become completely insensitive.
Therefore, she was a bit panicked.
"I haven't seen your friend, please ask someone else."
Rowling's tone was rather harsh, impatiently waving the man away.
But the man did not give up and pleaded, "Please take a good look at the missing person notice, my friend has been missing for a long time, and I've been searching for them."
