The teleportation glow gradually faded, and the familiar desk in Moon's office reappeared before Li Ziran's eyes.
He had been gone for an hour, yet nothing here had changed much. The only notable thing was the smell of blood.
It was thick, as if someone had been injured, though it felt more like the outside air had seeped in.
The ceiling overhead hummed and shook without pause, as though it could collapse at any moment. He had not seen any fighting, but he could sense a slaughter.
With such a heavy stench of blood in the air, quite a few living beings must have died.
At this moment, Li Ziran was very calm. With Jenny no longer by his side, he had become much quieter, able to think through problems more simply and rationally.
His gaze settled on the bookshelf. He hoped the journals smeared with anesthetic might have shifted slightly, but unfortunately, they had not.
He turned to the coffee machine again. The whole machine buzzed under the drive of magic stones, but the coffee cup beneath it had not moved from beginning to end.
Li Ziran was somewhat disappointed. These traps had been useless. Clearly, Moon had not returned.
"Could he have really died outside?"
Li Ziran laughed to himself. That would be truly rotten luck. If that man had fallen into the hands of the Dark Council, he could only place his hopes on Gao Da's business.
His gaze shifted to the chair before the bookshelf. It was coated with a special anesthetic; all one needed to do was sit down, and the drug would take effect.
Unfortunately, there was still no sign that it had been touched.
Li Ziran was disappointed. All these traps had gone to waste, and everything he had prepared had been useless