Four in the morning.
The darkness before dawn.
Jiang Qiao wondered whether he should head back to the Mountain God Temple and join the fun.
The coachman was already dead.
He had left the carriage behind, but Jiang Qiao didn't know how to drive it. Without a carriage, he couldn't enter that Supernatural Space.
"Ask the authorities?"
"Go in together?"
The two sides had exchanged intelligence a few times on this matter.
But they had yet to discuss cooperation.
They maintained an unspoken understanding: each knew the other was investigating, but they would go about it separately.
Gongde Town was deathly silent.
As he walked down the street.
Even the faintest sounds reached his ears clearly.
And it was precisely because of this.
When Jiang Qiao reached an alley, he suddenly stopped and listened intently.
Inside a house just ahead.
He could hear indistinct whispers.
"The Mountain God Temple is a blessed land straight out of myth and legend. Hu Xian took over a corner of it, set up the Ghost Market, and built himself quite a business. Feng Liang lost their earlier struggle, but he hasn't accepted defeat."
"A vicious fight is probably inevitable."
The other man asked in confusion, "I've been to the Mountain God Temple too. There's an enormous amount of space inside. Why fight? Wouldn't it be better to divide it into separate territories and leave each other alone?"
His voice sounded youthful; he was probably quite young.
"That's what you don't understand."
The first man said, "First, although the blessed land is large, most of it is dangerous. The area where people can actually move around isn't all that big. And this Ancient Temple Feng Liang discovered happens to be the safest place."
"How could he let it go after Hu Xian took it from