Turing, Divine Favor

After Mr. Zhuang made a formal salute atop the high wall of S3 Zone, he leaned backward and fell.

The wind howled.

The lanterns swayed, casting broken crimson light.

The dream shrouding the wall dissolved.

Gu Shen glanced back. He jumped down alongside Zhuang Su. The two landed steadily and vanished into the night. Zhuang Su led him into the distance. His pace was unhurried but exceptionally steady, as if every stride had been measured. He was likely a very rigorous man. There were barely any creases in his clothes, and even the frost residue left by the Pure Land had been cleared away with his mental power.

Before leaving the S3 Zone wall, Gu Shen had also scanned the area with Blazing Fire. To ensure that no trace of Zhuang Su's presence would be discovered, he had intended to do some cleanup work... but he had not expected it to have already been done.

That was also why he had been unable to find any clues about the Neutralists.

Zhuang Su had left behind almost no useful information.

Mr. Zhuang surely had not expected that there was a bizarre Sealed Item like the Eye of Fate in this world, capable of reading diary entries from three years ago with absolute clarity.

Gu Shen had not told Zhuang Su about this yet.

It was a form of "advanced execution."

Sang Continent Grotto had been sealed off for three years, but the great purge had actually been going on for more than twenty years. Over those two decades, the secret members of the Ancient Text Society had taken off one set of clothes and put on another.

"Neutralists."

In truth, they were all the same. None could be seen in public, and none could stand in the light.

The two walked