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The others entered the room as well.

Hearing Wang Dao Xuan's words, Sha LiFei scratched his bald head. "The city's watching us too closely. How about leaving the city?"

"There's no time."

Wang Dao Xuan's brows were tightly furrowed. He swept his gaze over everyone before finally fixing it on Shopkeeper Kong, who still looked vacant and occasionally babbled incoherently. In a deep voice, he said, "The soul extracted from Shopkeeper Kong has been wandering outside for far too long. The best time has already passed. If too much more time elapses, even if we forcibly find his soul and bind it back into his body, his sea of consciousness will inevitably suffer severe damage. His mind will become muddled, no different from an idiot, and he may never recover."

"If we want him to regain consciousness, we must act before Zi Hour, while his soul has yet to scatter. We must set up the Three Yin Soul Return Altar and use the power of yin giving birth to yang when Heaven and Earth intermingle to protect that last thread of his consciousness."

Therefore, they had to act tonight!"

Wang Dao Xuan's words were decisive. "Once Zi Hour passes, all will be lost."

When Kong Shangzhao heard this, his face immediately went pale.

Although the authorities had already left the guild, they still surrounded it outside. Through the tightly shut courtyard gates and high walls, they could still see the flickering glow of torches and hear the muffled footsteps and shouted commands.

Leave Jinan City?

The entire city was under martial law. The forces of the Kong family, the authorities, and Mingde Academy were intertwined like a net. Let alone taking a "major criminal" like Shopkeeper Kong with them—even getting a bird out of the city without attracting notice would