Sen Lang's retirement was drawing closer, and his energy was flagging.
It should not have been this bad. Otherwise, how was he supposed to keep making himself useful in the Myriad Gods Hall through the latter half of his life?
But that was human nature. Familiar work, the kind he knew so well he had grown tired of it, always made him sleepy.
So, after completing the routine procedures with Wei Su Yi's team aboard the Flowing Scenery, he claimed he had other business, left the City of Eternal Darkness ahead of them, and took a short nap on the way.
All right, he had to admit he was getting old.
The practical problem was that, as a God-favored Race of the Great Thoroughfare System, a member of the Faithful of the King of Nether Passage, and a Spirit Communicator, he found prolonged stays in a harsh Rule Environment like the City of Eternal Darkness genuinely taxing.
The more tired he grew, the less he wanted to do, and the less he wanted to get involved.
He could sense the human hand behind this sudden incident. It was not particularly subtle, either. Whoever was responsible had made no attempt to hide it.
Otherwise, how could a matter tied to Evil Cult activity in name alone have brought an expert from the Regional Police Headquarters of Boundary Curtain to the scene?
Even if he happened to be in the City of Eternal Darkness today, that would not have been enough.
Someone had deliberately blown the matter up to fit a grander "main quest."
"Season 1305. Luande..."
Sen Lang muttered a weary observation. These second- and third-generation heirs would stir up any storm for the sake of their own experience.
Then again, most of them were merely pawns. The ones using them