Among the Heroes of Our Age

Dark flames surged up, and the man vanished in an instant. Ling Yue reached out with his left hand, sending out a strange, indescribable pull, but he was half a beat too late to stop it.

Even Meng Qi couldn't save him in time, let alone Ling Yue.

Shi Xiaoxiu, Shi Xiaodang, and the others were no exception. They only reacted after a breath, crying out in shock, anger, and dismay.

Meng Qi's brow relaxed. He appeared unruffled, but all sorts of guesses churned in his mind. Was this a shamanic secret art that looked similar but worked differently in essence, or a contract passed down by the Six Paths? If it was the latter, was this matter connected to Mythos? Or was Steward Zhou himself a peripheral member of Mythos?

"It's over, it's over. All the leads are gone..." Shi Xiaoxiu had taken one blow after another, and at last she could barely hold herself together. She swayed, hurriedly bracing her right hand against the corner of the desk.

Ling Yue drew a deep breath, seeming to suppress his grief and indignation.

Meng Qi stroked the hilt of his saber with his right hand and said gravely, "Not necessarily. There are inevitable patterns in how things unfold. As long as we grasp the key, we can glimpse part of the truth."

The morning sunlight streamed in through the window, falling across him.

Shi Xiaoxiu's spirits lifted. She hurriedly asked, "Young Hero Su, have you noticed something else?"

"In recent years, has Steward Zhou—or his wife and children—shown any unusual behavior? For instance, a sudden, significant increase in strength, a fortuitous encounter, taking a concubine, or a rapid expansion of his influence within the fortress?" Meng Qi gave several examples.

Shi Xiaodang beside them thought it over, then said, "Steward