The True God turned and saw a lean figure emerge from the end of the road.
Their gazes met. The Visitor did not slow, his expression unchanged as he continued approaching.
In this cold, deserted residential district, that was inherently abnormal, even if it was not the face the True God feared.
The man had a long face, thick brows, and bangs draped over his forehead. He could only be called decent-looking, with nothing else particularly remarkable about him. Yet a firefly clearly circled around him, exceptionally conspicuous in the dark pre-dawn surroundings. Even the True God could not help shifting some attention toward it, and after only a few glances, he spotted the problem.
"Sang Jue?" The True God turned toward Fei Long, who was visibly stiffening on the other side. "You just said he was fine... Why is he following this person? Why isn't he staying at the ritual ground?"
And besides, Sang Jue had seen him and did not even offer a greeting?
Others might not know how important Sang Jue was, but did Fei Long not know? If something had gone wrong, why had he not reported it?
Once a flaw was discovered, many hidden issues twisted together into a chain and surfaced:
By Fei Long's account, the situation in East 824 District was absolutely unsuitable for conducting any further sect rituals. Even if this was proceeding according to plan, even if Fei Long did not know the true purpose of this ritual, even if communication between Inner and Outer Earth was becoming increasingly difficult, Fei Long should have found a way to halt the process before reporting it to them.
Yet Fei Long had said nothing.
If Fei Long truly were a brain-damaged fool, a useless waste who acted rigidly, then so be it. But