"There's definitely something wrong with Grand Residence No. 95!"
A cloaked figure with three vertical eyes on his mask said gravely, "I planted at least a hundred thousand spies inside, but five or six months have passed, and they haven't sent back a single message."
"Even if those spies are all ghosts and monsters without much in the way of brains, they should have discovered something and reported back after all this time!"
"But they've sunk like stones into the sea. Not a peep from any of them."
Beside him, another cloaked figure with three vertical eyes sneered, "A hundred thousand spies would fill exactly one building."
"Maybe all the spies you planted happened to get assigned to the same building."
"In that case, how do you expect them to gather information?"
Pfft!
Many of the cloaked figures laughed.
The leading cloaked figure shook with rage. "Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"
"There's no such coincidence under heaven."
"I'll keep sending ghosts and monsters to infiltrate the place."
"And you all need to find ways to plant spies inside, too!"
One cloaked being muttered impatiently, "Brother, it's just one grand residence."
"This city has more grand residences than anyone can count. If there aren't a hundred thousand suspicious ones, there are at least eighty thousand."
"If we keep planting spies the way you want, even turning all our cannon fodder into spies probably wouldn't be enough."
The three-eyed cloaked figure growled, "But No. 95 Courtyard is different."
"Ever since the Army of Survival Seekers occupied a corner of this city, whenever they made a move, every grand residence turned a blind eye and let them occupy a corner of its grounds."
"Only No. 95 Courtyard is like a tiger's den. Every member of the Army of Survival Seekers who went in vanished without