"So many tangled threads."
"It's a troubled time."
Lin Jie took a deep breath and suddenly asked, "Mr. Meishan is dead. Have you received the news?"
"Yes."
Mr. Duke said solemnly:
"I didn't do it."
The two had always been at odds. Recently, their conflict had escalated considerably because of the ruins exploration. Just as things had calmed down, Mr. Meishan was found dead in his home.
The timing.
It was sensitive.
And extremely unfortunate.
He had only just received the news. Before he could consider the pros and cons or the possible consequences... another message arrived saying that something had gone wrong at Ma Dang Mountain.
"I believe you." Lin Jie nodded.
"Although the few of us have our conflicts, we've always fought without breaking things apart. In the end, we can't let the port descend into chaos."
His tone was calm.
It was impossible to tell whether he truly believed him or not.
But regardless.
Mr. Meishan was already dead, and with the painting disaster looming, there was no point dwelling on this for now.
He changed the subject and asked, "What do you think we should do now?"
"There's nothing we can do." Mr. Duke furrowed his brow deeply. "Unless that senior from Myriad Spirits Hall uses the Taboo Weapon, we have no way to deal with the painting disaster on our own."
"The only thing we can probably do is prepare for evacuation."
"At this rate, no matter what happens later, at least for now, Demon Port is definitely going to suffer a disaster."
The four Major Factions might not abandon Demon Port.
They might rebuild it in the future.
But that was a matter for later. The painting disaster was imminent and would inevitably damage Demon Port.
That was certain.
Even if the expert stationed