Zong Tai stood at the entrance of the street, deep in thought with furrowed brows.
Had the criminal come here by accident, or was it intentional?
Could it be they knew that a Soul-Calming Stake was buried here?!
Zong Tai lifted his foot intending to go over and take a look, but after just two steps, he suddenly stopped.
"Forget it."
"There can't be any more mistakes," Zong Tai thought, shaking his head.
Before the attack on Nanyang, he ran around busily, but when success was near, an error occurred. Chao Fang began to distance himself, and his brothers teased him; he had always been holding back a surge of frustration.
The most urgent task was to extract the Soul-Calming Stake and send it back to the Inner City.
"There can be no complications!"
With this thought, he turned his head and walked into an alley.
...
Standing in front of a residence with two yellow lanterns hanging at the gate.
Zong Tai leaped up and vaulted into the courtyard.
