Qingyang Prefecture City, South District.
In a hidden basement somewhere, the air was damp and bitterly cold.
Torches on either side illuminated the spacious room, revealing two figures.
Deputy Commandant Wu Liang was not wearing the Demon Eradication Division's uniform. Instead, he had changed into a loose black robe!
He looked at the man opposite him, keeping his voice very low:
"The strongholds in the North and East Districts have all been wiped out."
"Our side... Although I've been able to maneuver things and receive warnings in advance, allowing us to temporarily evade the searches..."
"But Zhong Ping isn't a fool. If this continues, even with his trust in me, something will eventually go wrong."
The man facing Wu Liang wore a blood-red robe,
with only a chilling, scarred face visible beneath his hood.
He nodded and let out a hoarse laugh. "You and Zhong Ping have worked together for years, calling each other brothers. Now that you've betrayed him time and again, don't you feel anything in your heart?"
The corner of Wu Liang's mouth twisted into a strange curve:
"If I truly felt anything, I wouldn't be a member of the Blood Lotus Cult."
The blood-robed man shook his head with a soft laugh and said no more on the matter.
After thinking for a moment, he agreed. "It is time to prepare for our withdrawal."
The prefectural city was a tangled mix of fish and dragons, with people constantly coming and going. Since they had been able to infiltrate it, they naturally had a way to leave.
At that moment, the blood-robed man said regretfully:
"It's just a pity. We've only been developing in Qingyang Prefecture City for a short time and haven't recruited many believers."
"The essence blood we collected was only enough to slightly advance