As Jiang Chuan stepped into the corrugated-iron shack, he caught the scent of rust mixed with dust.
The floor was hard-packed earth, dry and cracked, the fissures crisscrossing like the deep wrinkles on an old man's face.
The surrounding walls were bare, without any decoration.
There were two empty bunk beds in the room, with several cardboard boxes scattered beside them. Inside were towels, toothbrushes, water bottles, and other items.
Jiang Chuan raised a hand and grabbed. A scroll flew out from one of the cardboard boxes.
When he unfurled the scroll, it revealed a sacred figure standing atop a sea of blood.
"Blood Sea! You really do love engaging in little tricks!"
Jiang Chuan's voice was icy, colder than the winter wind, making the temperature in the air plummet.
"Kid, what happened?"
More than ten minutes later, Zhong Ran arrived with a team.
Jiang Chuan said nothing and directly tossed the scroll to Zhong Ran.
"Investigate. Find out who lived here, and who has come here during this period!"
As Jiang Chuan gave the order, the entire city of Magic City began operating frantically like a machine.
Zhong Ran soon learned the full sequence of events as well.
"Kid, I think there's a high chance we won't be able to find anything. But I don't think Blood Sea Demonic Immortal and the others were necessarily threatening you. They may have wanted to inform you in advance."
"Do you believe that yourself?"
"..."
Jiang Chuan knew Zhong Ran did not want him to dig all the way to the bottom, then seek out Blood Sea Demonic Immortal, Slaughtering Immortals Demonic Immortal, and the others for a great battle.
After all, for Great Xia—or even for the entire world—the priority now was to establish the various theaters, launch attacks against demonic