The Third Will

Inside the tent.

Qingwei saw him return and let out a long breath of relief.

"Are you all right?"

Chu Ming shook his head and told her about the second suicide note.

When Qingwei finished listening, her expression turned exceedingly grim.

"That person is in the camp?"

Chu Ming nodded.

Qingwei fell silent for a moment, then lowered her voice. "Could it be..."

She did not finish.

But Chu Ming understood what she meant.

Those two Dark Division inspectors were the most suspicious.

But they were merely messengers.

If they were that person, there would have been no need for them to pass along messages.

So that person was someone else.

Chu Ming took a deep breath and looked at Qingwei.

"For the next few days, help me keep an eye on what's happening in the camp. Record anything unusual."

Qingwei nodded.

Chu Ming sat down cross-legged and closed his eyes to regulate his breathing.

The domain of twenty-five star regions needed time to stabilize.

In seven days, he would go again.

No matter who that person was.

Once he broke through to the late stage.

Everything would rise to the surface.

The night gradually deepened.

The camp remained brightly lit.

Inside Chu Ming's tent, he sat cross-legged, faint gray-golden light coiling around his body.

That light was denser and purer than before.

The domain of twenty-five star regions was slowly stabilizing.

From afar, in the direction of the Myriad Laws Platform, faint, low roars drifted over.

Those roars were filled with fury and unwillingness.

But this time, amid that fury, there was an extra trace of... anticipation?

What was it anticipating?

Chu Ming opened his eyes and looked in that direction.

Seven days later.

No matter what it was anticipating.

He had to go.

Chu Ming sat cross-legged inside