"No need. This is enough," Xu Zimo said after pondering for a moment.
He said to Situ Yunfei, "Keep an eye on him. I'm going out."
Situ Yunfei nodded slightly.
As Xu Zimo walked out of the underground passage, the sky outside had long since darkened.
Other than those on night patrol, most of the servants of the City Lord's Mansion had already returned to their rooms to rest.
Only the occasional room still had scattered lights glowing within.
The weather was growing colder. There was not a cloud in the sky tonight, and the starless heavens were pitch-black.
Xu Zimo concealed himself in the darkness. Like a lonely god of death, he vanished step by step into the night.
Meanwhile, in the room of Fearless City's City Lord, Lu Yangui—
He sat in a chair, holding an object shaped somewhat like a tornado.
He scrutinized the object carefully. His instincts told him that this thing concealed a great secret.
Yet no matter how hard he tried, he could not grasp its key.
A fierce gust of wind swept through and blew open the room's window.
With a loud clang.
Lu Yangui turned his head and frowned slightly.
He placed the tornado-like object into his Storage Ring, then rose and walked to the window.
He looked outside. The deep, lightless night was incomparably quiet.
The instant he shut the window and turned around—
His gaze suddenly sharpened.
There was a Young Man seated beside the table, though Lu Yangui had no idea when he had appeared.
The Young Man sat in the chair, drinking the tea on the table as if no one else were there.
"Who are you?" Lu Yangui asked calmly.
He did not shout, nor was he overly flustered.
Because within this estate, he was the strongest.