Another morning dawned.
"Hasn't Elder Sun responded yet?" Ning Zhuo paced the room, his face darkened.
"If his secret mark isn't changed today, it will be the third day."
Sun Lingtong and Ning Zhuo had agreed on many ways to communicate.
In theory, as long as everything was normal, the secret mark would be changed once a day.
"Since the last time we interrogated Elder Sun in public, Zhu Xuanji hasn't appeared again."
"Could he have secretly attacked Elder Sun?"
By widely gathering information, Ning Zhuo had uncovered many pieces of intel about the black market. Over the past two days, Sun Lingtong had appeared normally and even handled a few minor black market disputes.
"Elder Sun must be in some kind of danger, beyond his control. The normal appearances are just a facade."
"In fact, he might not even be himself!"
Ning Zhuo pieced together the truth.
