Night deepened.
Torrential rain poured down.
The golden Throne stood tall in the darkness, scorching and dazzling like a sun fallen into the mortal world. The instant rain touched it, it was vaporized.
"With such tight security, surely no one will be foolish enough to come disturb the Undertaker now."
At that moment, beyond the perimeter near the Throne, two figures dressed in black were patrolling. They were powerful members of the Spirit Association stationed here.
The wind lifted the hems of their clothes and brought a dark cloud with it.
The cloud drifted with the wind, casting a vast shadow that concealed their location.
The shadow lasted for a moment.
A few seconds later, the wind blew the cloud away, and the shadow vanished.
But this time,
there were two more people beside the perimeter. What had been two became four.
The two men who had just spoken now lay at their feet with their eyes shut. The newcomers moved swiftly, dragging the bodies into the forest on the other side.
As they left the forest,
their faces gradually began to change as they walked. Like masks, their eyes, noses, and mouths subtly shifted. By the time they fully stepped out of the woods, their faces had completely turned into different ones.
They now looked exactly like the two Pioneers from before.
"Time is limited. We need to finish this quickly." One of them spoke in a low, hoarse voice.
"Mm."
The other nodded.
The two vanished directly into the night, while the Spirit Association's two Pioneers lay quietly amid the dark undergrowth.
The pair followed the original route back to the perimeter. Within it, the Throne gleamed with sharp golden radiance.
"Thanks for your hard work. We'll take over the patrol from here."
Su Qingying, dressed in black,