Zhou Zhi had never been one for sentiments like how things had changed and people had gone.
At most, Chen Fu had merely been a passerby on his journey through life.
In this age of great contention, choosing the wrong side meant being crushed beneath the tides of the times.
Compared to that, Zhou Zhi was more concerned about Chen Chaoxun.
A formal-level Plague Exterminator had been thoroughly examined by the power of [Heredity], leaving no secrets hidden.
Within Chen Chaoxun's body seemed to lie some special force, something akin to a mutated form of disease transformation, yet nothing showed on the surface.
That power allowed Chen Chaoxun to break through realms at an astonishing pace.
In just a few days, his spiritual power had grown considerably.
"Miss Twenty-Three, can you tell what kind of power is inside him?"
Zhou Zhi traced a finger across the tabletop and asked calmly.
"I believe it is some unusual form of disease transformation, but its source is too faint to determine."
Twenty-Three said so.
So they needed to get closer.
Without lingering any longer, Zhou Zhi snapped his fingers.
The space around them seemed to freeze.
White spiritual power spread through the void.
Chen Chaoxun had been immersed in visions of his splendid future when, for no apparent reason, the once bustling tavern suddenly fell silent.
Sensing that something was wrong, he looked around.
Chen Fu was gone, as were all the other patrons.
Not a single person remained.
The entire tavern was empty—even the long street below was devoid of people.
A chill ran down Chen Chaoxun's spine.
"A Strange Incident—disease transformation?"
"How could it occur in the center of Chenghuan Commandery?"
Chen Chaoxun gripped the window ledge.
In this day and age, Pestilence had revived. The only places that could be