The sun rose as usual.
Edatine Castle was blessed with liveliness once more on a new day, as though the chaos last night was just a nightmare and was melted away by the warmth from the sun.
The merchants opened shops at Central Third Ring.
The soldiers went on patrol duties.
The civilians went to work as usual.
Other than the sealed up slum area of the Lower Seventh Ring, it was no different than other days.
Marquis Horton stood in front of the entrance of the sealed slum area. He was listening to the temporary person in charge of the sealed area talk about what happened. Although the person in charge was young, the old marquis dared not treat her poorly because he knew who the young girl represented.
It was not just the Mist, there was also the Snake Sect Demon Hunter.
Especially the latter, the elusive organization had become a part of Edatine VI's plan.
The old marquis couldn't allow anything to go wrong.
