"Gone?" Yan Zhutian, standing by the window and gazing out at the distant desert, turned and asked.
The disciple nodded. "That's right. They've already withdrawn."
Yan Zhutian asked, "Has everyone withdrawn?"
The disciple hesitated. "We don't have enough people. There was no way to fully determine how many people they had sent, so we don't know whether they've all withdrawn."
Yan Zhutian fell silent. The disciples of the sect could not be blamed for this. He truly had not brought enough men, only a handful of disciples to serve as eyes and ears.
There was no helping it. They could not bring too many people for this sort of thing; they had to be absolutely trustworthy.
"Looks like we should leave as well. Make preparations. Withdraw." Yan Zhutian sighed.
There was no way to fully grasp the situation here. He could not be sure whether Hundred Rivers Valley had previously reported the matter to the Sacred Realm. Judging by the time, if news had been sent from here, it should already have reached Du Wuxu's hands. For the sake of safety and prudence, both he and Zhuge Chi had to leave in advance...
Inside the room, Zhuge Chi suddenly turned around. Someone passed outside, and a slip of paper slid in through the gap beneath the door.
He raised a hand and grabbed, drawing the paper from the floor into his hand. Unfolding it, he saw an open letter that plainly and unmistakably told him that he could leave and return immediately.
Upon seeing the code in the letter, Zhuge Chi hesitated no longer. Staying here had kept him on tenterhooks, fearful that the Nine Saints might descend upon him at any moment. He immediately left Boundless Pavilion at once...
Within the city lord's residence, Ban Hai hurried into Lan