Calculation

"The Night Watch sent a force like this to raid the command center. There must be more to it than meets the eye," Luo He said after thinking it over. At least, that was how it seemed to him.

No. 13 spoke quickly. "Of course. They're not here to kill anyone. They're here looking for that thing." His voice turned strange. "But they'd never guess that it's no longer in our hands."

So they really had come for that thing. Luo He's gaze sharpened. "Does General Chen know about this?"

"Of course not. But the fact that he made it to this position means he's no fool. He saw that the Night Watch's goal wasn't to destroy the command center. Beyond that, though, he has no idea what's going on. The gentleman has taken on the task of investigating." No. 13 spoke rapidly. "It's best if no one knows where that thing is. Otherwise, it'll become a disaster sooner or later."

"After all... that's Xia Tan's Door." No. 13 sighed.

At the mention of that name, Luo He's expression turned solemn. The name represented more than the greatest power a disciple could attain. More than anything, it stood for a belief.

Xia Tan and the resistance army he led had forcibly delayed the Night Watch's plans by twenty years, buying time for those who came after them.

At the very end of his life, in the great hall at Night Watch headquarters—a place that symbolized the Night Watch's supreme glory—this completely corrupted man had struck their core forces with an unmatched display of power, clearing the way for the purge that followed.

What the Night Watch leadership found hardest to accept was that they had poured everything into breaking through Xia Tan's Door, sacrificing the lives of more than a