The winds of Cloudsun City had finally reached New Sun City.
Lu Mian had known this day would come, but he had not expected it so soon.
Before, only a few worshippers had performed rituals in the streets. Now they were doing it right in the Daoist Temple.
Lu Mian shook his head slightly. "Forget it... They're all worshippers of the Crimson Radiance Heavenly Lord. Leave them be."
Ge Hu looked a little surprised. "That's what I thought too."
Lu Mian asked Ge Hu a few more questions before letting him leave.
He waited until late into the night.
Rather than returning to his residence in the city, Lu Mian stayed at the Daoist Temple.
According to Ge Hu, that unknown, terrifying evil spirit never appeared again after Uncle Songfengzi disappeared.
Considering my earlier conversation with Yu Song, Uncle Songfengzi most likely met with disaster right here at the temple outpost.
Whoever did it staged the events afterward to provide a plausible explanation for Uncle Songfengzi's death.
Lu Mian's thoughts moved swiftly. He could readily pick up on small clues and piece together what had happened.
He had not been in New Sun City at the time. Songfengzi had most likely been ambushed and killed, and staging the subsequent evil spirit attacks would have been all too easy.
Ordinary people had no way of telling the difference.
Once everything had fallen silent, he went to the room where Songfengzi usually cultivated in seclusion.
The room was simply furnished. After searching it, Lu Mian found no signs of a struggle.
Next, he went to the front hall.
The worshippers were still gathered in the square before it.
They neither ate nor drank, holding ever-burning lamps. Apparently, they intended to keep this up for three days.
After three days, as long as