Seeing the figure push open the door and enter, Lu Mingfei's face instantly broke into a delighted smile. "Senior Brother!"
Kazama Ruri, however, frowned almost imperceptibly. Sakurai Kogure had been standing guard outside the door, yet she had not issued any warning. That in itself was highly unusual.
Amon strolled calmly into the room, followed by Xia Mi, who poked her head in with an expression that said, "I'm just looking. I won't say anything."
A moment later, Sakurai Kogure appeared in the doorway. She bowed deeply to Kazama Ruri, her voice taut with apology. "I'm terribly sorry—I couldn't stop him."
Kazama Ruri's sharp gaze fell upon her neck. There was a thin, fresh streak of blood there, clearly left by a blade pressed tightly against her skin. He shook his head slightly. "This isn't your fault."
Lu Mingfei could no longer hold himself back. Like beans pouring from a bamboo tube, he quickly recounted their perilous experiences over the past day and night, then focused on the bombshell intelligence Kazama Ruri had brought regarding the White King, the Holy Remains, Wang Jiang, and the internal conspiracy within the Eight Clans of the Serpent.
He spoke hurriedly, his eyes full of urgency that said, Senior Brother, hurry up and come up with something.
Yet after hearing him out, Amon merely said, "Oh."
"I know."
His response was so flat it was almost perfunctory, leaving Caesar, Chu Zihang, and even Lu Mingfei staring blankly for a moment.
"Hey, Senior Brother!" Lu Mingfei couldn't help raising his voice. "That's the White King Revival! Isn't your reaction a little too calm?"
"How should I react?" Amon glanced at him. "Should I jump around and pretend I've been scared out of my wits?"
He waved a hand casually. "I've already cleaned out those Dead