It was late at night, past the midpoint of the midnight hour.
Immortality Mountain Manor, Main Hall.
The crimson blood had been washed away completely. Servants placed freshly lit Sandalwood Incense around the Main Hall, where it quietly gave off a refreshing fragrance.
It was as though nothing had happened here. The hall remained as resplendent and imposing as ever.
Wu Yuanjun sat on the couch, staring blankly at the hall doors, and asked softly, "How long have Xu Ersan, Hundred-Flower Immortal, and the others been gone?"
"Nearly six hours. By rights... someone should have returned to report by now," the Steward replied from beside him, his back half-bent.
"Mm."
Wu Yuanjun kept his emotions contained and merely nodded slightly in response.
The Steward keenly caught the worry in the Witch Lord's eyes and immediately replied, "I'll go outside again and see if there's any sign of them on the road back."
With that, he turned and left.
Wu Yuanjun tipped back his head and drained the fine wine in his jade cup, then slowly rose and walked alone to the entrance of the Main Hall.
To the north, the full moon shone high and the stars glittered.
He stood alone in the empty Main Hall, his silhouette blurred in the candlelight, utterly solitary.
Another half hour passed.
After clearing away the last formation flag in the Main Hall's side room, Ren Ye came to the entrance of the Rear Hall for some fresh air.
When people saw too much blood and filth, it affected their moods and made their personalities turn gloomy.
Ren Ye was rather resistant to that sort of change. He still preferred being a "sunny young man" and keeping his optimistic, positive disposition.
He, Big Fat Dragon, and Poison Wine Flask had just finished the