Inside the secret storeroom, all kinds of intelligence had been sorted into categories and crammed onto the shelves lining the walls. Guan Fangyi paced among them, looking through something.
The storeroom door opened, and Gongsun Bu walked in with a smile. "I heard you were here. What are you looking for? You only need to tell the people below if you need anything."
Guan Fangyi said, "Nothing in particular. The place we're staying is still being rebuilt, so I came to see how well the archived materials have been preserved."
Gongsun Bu raised a hand and patted a pile of intelligence wrapped in oil paper on the shelf. "It's fine. When the buildings collapsed, these were merely buried underneath. We dug them out and inspected them—there wasn't much loss."
"That's good." Guan Fangyi casually tossed what she was holding back onto the shelf, then let out a long sigh.
Gongsun Bu asked with a smile, "Why the sigh?"
Guan Fangyi looked deeply troubled. "You couldn't possibly not know about the drastic upheaval in Misty Pavilion, could you? Their eyes and ears spread across the world were almost wiped out in one fell swoop!"
At the mention of this, Gongsun Bu still felt lingering fear. It had happened far too suddenly. Every sect had acted at the same time, making such a huge move, yet not the slightest whisper of it had reached him. Purple Gold Cave's people had even already taken action here, while he had still been kept in the dark.
Only after the whole affair had been exposed did he learn that quite a few of Misty Pavilion's eyes and ears here had already been purged. He did not even know how he had escaped disaster.
Outwardly, he acted as though nothing had happened and smiled. "Hasn't the