Gui Junxi could hear those shrill curses, yet he acted as though he had heard nothing. He merely watched the black shadows writhe, a trace of ridicule appearing on his face.
"These gods were originally unable to manifest their divinity, while some sacred beings have now revealed their true colors."
"That makes sense. Most fallen gods were born of improper stock, so naturally they have little breeding."
"Still, these gods have stood in the Capital City for hundreds of years. They have some foundation, and among their believers there will always be a few willing to risk their lives. That is no small force."
The sound of fingers knocking on the door came from outside—three long, two short. It was the prearranged signal for the person delivering news.
Gui Junxi walked over and opened the door to the secret chamber. Wearing an expression impossible to read for joy or anger, he stood in the doorway facing the visitor and asked, "Has Prince Dai made another move?"
In the darkness behind him, the black shadows were still shrieking, cursing, and uttering maledictions.
Yet the man before Gui Junxi could neither hear nor see them. He only felt that this gentleman before him had become increasingly cold and terrifying, while the unlit secret chamber behind him seemed to conceal something dreadful. Merely standing at its entrance raised goosebumps on his skin and chilled his heart, leaving him deeply uneasy.
However, his distraction lasted only an instant. He quickly composed himself without letting it show and replied, "Sir, you previously instructed us to watch Prince Dai's Residence. News has indeed come back. Prince Dai left his residence dressed as a Provincial Graduate, with only two people at his side."
Dressed as a Provincial Graduate?
In truth, few people had ever personally seen Prince