By the time Li Mingyue reached the Duty Room, Mo Qianshan was already there, squatting by the door and chewing a piece of dry flatbread.
She stepped over Mo Qianshan's legs and went inside, the hilt of her Qiong Bone Long Saber knocking against the doorframe.
Fang Mo sat behind the desk. An old map torn from the Demon Suppression Division's archives lay before him, marked with more than a dozen circles in cinnabar.
"What did you want me for?"
"To look into something." Fang Mo pushed the map to the edge of the desk and turned it halfway toward her. "Does the Demon Suppression Division still have any usable intelligence contacts in the Western Desert?"
Li Mingyue glanced at the map, her brows drawing together.
"What are these points you've marked on the map?"
"Sealing points."
Li Mingyue's gaze swept over the cinnabar circles, and her pupils contracted slightly.
"The Demon Suppression Division's top-secret internal files contain some of these sealing points' locations, but nothing this complete."
"I have a few more than your files do." Fang Mo tapped the Western Desert on the map twice. "I dismantled the one beneath the Great Thunderclap Temple. The sealing array's array eye is gone, and the things underneath are seeping out."
Li Mingyue stared at him for three breaths.
"You're saying the Law Rift is expanding."
"Wang Youan was hunted for over ten days by more than thirty experts who crawled out of the rift. What do you think?"
Li Mingyue pressed her hand against her Qiong Bone Long Saber's hilt, not to draw it, but out of habitual tension.
"Our covert contacts in the Western Desert lost contact after the Great Thunderclap Temple was destroyed. Right now, only three are confirmed alive. Two are east of Yumen Pass, and one