The hall of Fortune's Arrival Tower was now utterly Emptiness.
Just moments ago, Chen Cuo had fought the Evil Ghost, then clashed fiercely with Hou Xiao backstage. Both battles had ended quickly, but the aftermath was anything but small.
Now that the fighting had stopped, a few bold souls ventured closer to look. None dared enter the hall; they kept their distance and peered in.
Chen Cuo did not hurry away. He walked through the hall instead.
His condition was poor, but after briefly regulating his breathing, he could move again. The main problem was the turmoil in his thoughts caused by merging the two Facial Masks. His Dao Heart had suppressed it for now, but his mind was exhausted. Even without a Facial Mask on, he was affected: thoughts spread in ripples, whispering endlessly at his ear.
Before he left, though, there was one thing he had to confirm!
The Mind Daoist trembled faintly, sending out a little Divine Sense to connect with the dense glow of Human Thought lingering in the building and use it to investigate.
In an instant, every corner of Fortune's Arrival Tower, inside and out, came into focus. A flood of information returned to him.
Chen Cuo's face grew grave.
"There's no trace of Lu Shouyi or Yu Fang—not even a lingering thought. It's as if they vanished into Emptiness. Where did they go?"
The two Attendants should have been able to help him, but they had disappeared as soon as the fighting began. They must have fallen into a trap. Yet with the Evil Ghost gone and Hou Xiao defeated and fleeing, Chen Cuo still could not find a trace of them. It was strange.
"Two Dao Foundation Realm cultivators vanished while protecting me. There's bound to be trouble over that afterward. Cui