Several days later, dusk spread like ink, slowly staining the entire sky.
The last glow of sunset gradually faded, and night quietly draped the land like an enormous sheet of black silk.
Just then, urgent knocks from the door knocker shattered the peace of the Rose Garden.
Ge Hong stood outside in a frantic hurry, sweat beading his forehead and anxiety written across his face.
Jing Wen had just finished meditating. A faint wisp of blood-colored mist still lingered between his brows, lending him an air of mystery.
Hearing the knocking, he lightly swept his broad sleeve, and the courtyard gate swung open.
Ge Hong stood at the entrance, his face alight with excitement. "Brother Jing Wen! We've found a new target!"
Jing Wen paused, somewhat puzzled.
Only a short while ago, he had received a Sound Transmission Talisman from Steward Li informing him of a joint operation that day.
With ample resources and the Foundation Establishment section of the Fiendish Demon Art now in his possession, Jing Wen had little interest in such large-scale joint operations.
His goal was clear: every action he took had to revolve around advancing his cultivation.
After considering this joint operation, he had concluded that it offered him little value, so he had never intended to participate.
Jing Wen's brows drew together slightly. A trace of coldness entered his voice as he said bluntly, "I'm not interested in the joint operation."
Ge Hong hurriedly waved his hands. "Not the joint operation! A new target!"
He reached out to pull Jing Wen along, urging, "Come on, there's no time! We'll talk on the way. Any later and we'll miss our chance!"
Seeing Ge Hong so frantic, Jing Wen was intrigued and gave it a moment's thought.
Ge Hong was not someone who made a fuss