Mist shrouded the mountain slopes, where the smell of burning lingered. Among the charred ruins lay corpse fragments in varying stages of decay. The whole city reeked of death and rot. Wrapped in silence, it was like plant roots buried underground, quietly rotting away, unknown to anyone, with no one caring about its birth or demise—not even as much as a speck of dust.
Half a day had passed since the Dungeon was cleared. Everyone from the county town had been taken away by the Tour Bus. The damaged houses had been left for later, while the remaining black-armored men were repairing the bombed-out gates of Sifang Palace.
"Click... click..." The sound of leather shoes tapping against the stone floor drew closer. A man in a bowler hat and overcoat appeared at the gates of Sifang Palace. Carrying a black Leather Case, he walked inside. The black-armored men working there shuddered as if they had short-circuited. Once he had passed, they returned to normal, but instead of diligently repairing the gates, they bowed their heads and stood still.
Sifang Palace was silent. The staircase Xu Huo had struggled to find earlier stood right before him. The Suitcase Man climbed to the second floor and soon spotted the words written on a pillar: "Guess Who Was Here."
The Suitcase Man's face, half-hidden behind a Mask, remained expressionless. Just then, a Paper Plane flew out of a room and slowly drifted down to his feet.
The next second, the Suitcase Man turned to face the outside of Sifang Palace. He took a step and vanished, reappearing at the palace gates.
Only fifty meters away, a disheveled middle-aged man in a worn leather coat stood atop a flapping paper crane...
The two men stood at different heights. The moment they met, the paper