The man in white held a seven-leaved begonia in his left hand. Its pale pink-and-white petals gleamed, its stamens trembled, shaking out wisps of faint, delicate fragrance.
"May I ask, are you two looking for this person?" He pointed at Yu Lingdi's chest.
Yu Lingdi stared fixedly at the seven-leaved begonia in the man's hand without speaking.
"Xu-Suppressing Object?"
The tall man called Number Thirty-Three voiced his doubt, and Yu Lingdi's pupils immediately contracted.
"No."
"Doesn't look like one..."
Yu Lingdi replied by voice transmission as well. "Though he bears traces of those people from the Grey Palace of the Xu Moon, we can't rule out that someone in this world simply likes carrying a flower."
"And most importantly..."
"He has no ghostly aura," Number Thirty-Three cut in.
"That's right."
Yu Lingdi nodded, staring intently at the seven-leaved begonia.
Though he had clearly never seen it before, he somehow felt that he ought to have memories of this object. Yet for the moment, he could not recall them.
"Who are you looking for?" Yu Lingdi asked.
The man in white said nothing. He lowered his finger, cast a glance at Yu Lingdi's chest, then withdrew his gaze and turned it toward the tall man beside him.
Number Thirty-Three was too tall.
Even the man in white could only reach his chest.
Tilting his head up like this gave him the feeling of gazing upon a giant.
Frowning, Yu Lingdi searched around his chest and actually felt something.
"Oiled paper?"
Pulling it out, he realized that it was the item he had casually tucked into his clothes after failing to get anything from that woman earlier.
In other words, this man in white had arrived long ago?
He had been watching everything from the sidelines? "You know him?"
Yu Lingdi unfolded