Silence held for three breaths.
Yang Mie's voice squeezed out of his throat like stones grinding together.
"That old bastard—the Yang Clan dragged him out of a horde of Demonic Beasts, fed him, gave him drink, and he turned around and sold us out?"
The elder did not answer that question.
“In the memories recovered through soul-searching, Zhao Ji gave the Central Province Envoy a map of the Secret Realm's Hidden Passage routes. The promised payment was one Immortal Crystal.”
Yang Mie shut his mouth.
He packed all the evidence found in the mine pit, the Jade Slips, and the tokens into a Storage Bag, then strode out.
As he left the mine pit, he nearly collided with someone.
Second Brother.
The three-foot-tall Little Red Dragonling crouched on a rock at the mine entrance, steam rising between his horns, his dragon tail rhythmically slapping the stone.
"What are you doing here?" Yang Mie frowned.
Second Brother tilted his head and glanced at him without a word, then leaped off the rock and darted toward the city.
He moved so fast that Yang Mie had no chance to stop him.
A quarter of an hour later, screams rang out from a courtyard in the Northwest Corner of the City.
They did not last long, only a few breaths.
Then there was silence.
Second Brother crouched atop the courtyard wall, flicked his dragon tail twice, and looked at the dismembered corpses below.
They were all small fry in the Qi Refining or Foundation Establishment Realm, and their soul fluctuations matched the frequencies of the nodes marked by Apocalypse exactly.
Central Province deathsworn, responsible for stirring up sentiment in the streets and alleys.
Second Brother did not like wasting words on trash.
He darted away again, lunging toward the next marked location.
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