Wind blew in from every direction, seemingly without pattern, pressing down on the wildflowers and weeds around him as they swayed helplessly.
Meng Chengfei gazed quietly at the cemetery, his eyes gentle.
There was no other emotion in his eyes. Suddenly, he smiled, lifted the tall black top hat from his parents' gravestone, and flipped it onto his head with one hand.
He held a Little Red Book in his left hand, leafing through it. A name was listed on its pages-Zhao Kuo.
"Of the Eternal Church's Spades Lineage from ten years ago, Zhao Kuo is the last one alive. Dawn Blade's interrogators have already forced him to reveal the final ritual for His descent. He's outlived his usefulness. Today is the day he dies."
He lowered his head and murmured to himself.
The wind stirred the curls over his forehead.
With a snap, Meng Chengfei closed the Little Red Book. Golden liquid began seeping through its cover, slowly forming the words "Eternal Holy Book."
"Now, only Duke Han Xi remains. I'll give you both an answer soon."
Suddenly, he heard something cutting through the air.
Then came countless sounds of air being pierced.
It sounded like a dense flock of birds beating their wings as they swept toward him, blotting out the sky.
Meng Chengfei's expression sharpened. The flock of folded paper birds instantly froze in midair, unable to move another inch.
Whoosh!
A figure descended from the sky.
With a blade in hand, Ye Qingnuo plunged down without hesitation.
Unfortunately, she struck empty air.
At some point, Meng Chengfei had appeared ten meters away. He slowly turned, looking at the short-haired woman with complicated emotions in his eyes, and gave a bitter smile. "A-Nuo, when did you find out?"
Ye Qingnuo stared at the familiar yet unfamiliar figure