At dusk.
Jiang Qiao went downstairs to the restaurant.
The restaurant was on the first floor.
It was very spacious and elegantly furnished. The wooden dining tables were covered in white tablecloths, with silver cutlery and table settings laid out on top.
Surprisingly,
a Crystal Lamp hung overhead—and it was electric!
Well, damn.
Jiang Qiao's gaze flickered.
His line of sight instantly pierced through the hotel floor, revealing a huge basement beneath the building, filled with generators and barrels of diesel fuel.
"As expected."
"With money, you can have anything."
"Classy."
Jiang Qiao sat at a table by the window, ordered some local specialties, and ate slowly.
In truth, he no longer needed to eat.
But as he had told Shen Boxia, even a top expert in the Supernatural Circle should eat when they could. Maintaining the lifestyle of a living person helped preserve one's humanity.
"Come to think of it,"
"I wonder whether the Dragon Tiger Daoist has returned yet."
"Ninggu City has fallen."
"I heard the Icefield is unsettled too."
Before leaving, Jiang Qiao had obtained some intelligence from the Heavenly Mandate Society. It said that many terrifying ancient corpses had crawled out from beneath the Icefield's permafrost and were slowly leaving the Icefield.
At their speed,
they would enter human settlements in roughly one or two months.
At present, the northern Supernatural Circle was organizing manpower and discussing interception plans while also sending people south to negotiate, preparing to speed up the reconciliation between the northern and southern Supernatural Circles.
Together, they would face the coming loss of control over the supernatural.
By now,
every sizeable force in the Supernatural Circle had sensed that the Supernatural Revival was accelerating.
Those with foresight understood.
If humanity continued fighting separately, even tearing each other apart,
then they would truly