Parting Tears as the Waterfall's Pledge, Farewell to Hydra

Midnight was approaching. Mount Doufang lay silent.

More than three hundred people stood inside Doufang Temple's massive meditation hall.

This meditation hall was called the Dharma Hall.

Whenever a great virtuous monk visited, the hall would expound the Dharma, and believers would bathe together in the Buddhist Light of the Way.

Yet today's situation was somewhat unusual.

The eminent monks of Doufang Temple's Kong generation had all arrived. They stood below the platform rather than sitting cross-legged, quietly waiting.

The people below the platform were clearly no ordinary believers. Some looked like businessmen, some like officials, and some were killers through and through.

A group of people who had nothing to do with one another had gathered in the Dharma Hall, where idlers were forbidden, in the dead of night.

There were no bright lights. One could even say there were no lights at all.

This was the custom whenever Hydra's upper ranks gathered.

None of what they did could be brought into the open. Self-protection was crucial.

So they reduced everyone's chances of exposure as much as possible.

Even if their faces were revealed beneath the faint starlight, who at their level did not have several masks?

Beneath 3D-printed masks, no one knew who was who.

Midnight had arrived!

Behind the waterfall, Lin Xiaosu raised his gaze and looked toward the sky through the faint starlight.

Lone Serpent, beside him, felt his heart stir. Following Lin Xiaosu's gaze, he looked over—and suddenly, his heart lurched...

Because his sharp vision caught sight of a black dot!

No, more than one!

Could it be?

The domestic cleanup was using missiles directly?

Inside Doufang Temple, beneath the eaves on the left stood a man in white. It was already winter, yet he wore only a single thin garment.

Only because his name