Doubts and Return

The vast hall was dimly lit, candle flames flickering as they reflected six slightly blurred figures.

They wore plain black robes and hooded cloaks.

Their faces were uniformly covered by masks—beast faces, ghost faces, and simple striped patterns.

It could be said that, aside from their heights, which could not be concealed, the six had wrapped themselves up completely.

That was understandable.

As people wanted by nations across the world, cursed and hunted by all, revealing their identities was little different from suicide.

Even after decades within the organization, they did not know one another's identities.

At the top of the steps before the six figures, Zhou Tianyi sat upon a high seat, gazing down at them with an indifferent expression.

He wore no mask, because there was no need for one.

His face changed through more than a hundred different appearances in a single second.

Five days had passed since he and Yang Qing had parted ways.

Other than the Grand Elder, whom they still could not contact, the two Vice Sect Masters and four elders had all returned over the past two days.

Yet after waiting bitterly for several days, the group, which had initially been rather patient, began to grow dissatisfied and restless.

"Sect Master, what exactly is this blood-red mission? What kind of mission could possibly be ranked blood-red?"

"Exactly. Since it is a mission, you should at least let us know what it is. Otherwise, we might not even know how we died when the time comes."

"Haha, Elder Zhou has a point."

"I thought the Sect Master's identity had been exposed, and he had rushed back in a hurry after pulling his bird out of some bed."

"We've waited two days already. If you still don't tell us the mission, I'm leaving."

"Everyone, be