Outside White Stone Warehouse, the night was deep and heavy.
This old warehouse district lay thirty miles north of Heaven Dou City.
Most of the warehouse walls were built from stacked white stone. From afar, they resembled white beast bones sprawled across the wilderness, hence the name White Stone Warehouse.
By day, it was merely an ordinary mineral storage site.
Merchant caravans came and went.
Carts and horses passed without end.
But at night, once all the bustle had faded, the entire warehouse district became especially bleak and cold.
Several sentry towers along the perimeter were lit.
The light was dim and yellow.
It could not pierce the darkness.
Spirit Hall's convoy had stopped on a slope three miles away.
They did not surround the warehouse.
They did not storm it.
They did not even approach it.
More than a dozen deacons sorted their equipment in the temporary camp, deliberately making some noise.
Hu Liena stood at the edge of the camp, several communication tokens in her hand.
Gui Mei was nowhere to be seen.
Yet everyone knew he was somewhere in the nearby shadows.
Falling Devil Douluo sat atop a massive boulder, his expression rather unpleasant.
He had endured for a long time.
At last, he could no longer hold back.
"How long are you planning to watch?"
Di Yao sat on a bluestone, a cup of cold tea before him.
He did not look at White Stone Warehouse. He only looked at several fake account ledgers on the table.
"Until the fish grow anxious."
Falling Devil Douluo sneered.
"What if the fish do not grow anxious?"
Di Yao lifted his tea and took a sip.
"Then White Stone Warehouse is not worth my urgency."
Falling Devil Douluo choked on his words.
He realized that talking to Di Yao