Arrival at Iron Mountain Detention Manor

After we got into the black sedan, Daoist Qingshan was invited in as well.

Mao Jing, Pan Ling, and Zhang Yuchen got into Luo Jianhua's car.

Da Li drove, and I was assigned to the front passenger seat.

My master was seated between Daoist Qingshan and Feng Shuang, an arrangement that was clearly meant to guard against us.

But that was unnecessary. We weren't bad people, much less practitioners of some wicked path, and we had no intention of running away.

Once our car started moving, Luo Jianhua followed behind us in his car.

As for the corpses at Compassion Temple and the three unconscious women, they were entirely handed over to Director Fu, Huang Yougui, and Wu Aiguo.

This was not their first time handling such matters. They had professional procedures in place, so there was nothing for us to worry about.

Throughout the journey, my master ignored them and did not ask where they were taking us.

He leaned against the seat and went to sleep...

My body was exhausted as well, and the meridians within me still ached.

Even though my mind was heavy with worries, the exhaustion in my body still made me drowsy.

As dawn approached, the car stopped.

"Fellow Daoist Song, young friend Jiang, we've arrived..."

Hearing that we had arrived, I did not hesitate and immediately opened the door and got out.

At the same time, Mao Jing and the others got out of their car as well.

We exchanged glances, then looked around.

We found ourselves on a mountain. The place looked like some kind of resort manor, with excellent decoration and landscaping. It was extremely quiet.

But it also looked like a private estate, because the surrounding walls were very high.

There was even a high-voltage electric fence atop the walls,