Jiangcheng's lockdown finally ended.
Another large group of Evil Cult remnants had been rooted out.
An elderly cripple limped out through the city gates and vanished into the wilderness.
Looking at the distant city, now little more than an outline, the cripple slowly straightened. "Jiangcheng..."
"I, Zong Ren, will be back."
"Qiu Xiaoxiao..."
At the mention of this name, a sharp glint flashed through Zong Ren's eyes.
Just that morning, Qiu Xiaoxiao had issued a warrant for him within the Myriad Gods Church.
The reason was his failure to complete the task assigned by the Divine Cult.
Disrespect toward God.
"Perhaps joining the Soul Hunting Hunters organization would be a good choice, too."
"But that organization isn't simple, either."
"I keep feeling that the Divine Cult's defeat this time was a trap they set."
Muttering, he changed his disguise again, casually flagged down a coach bound for another city, found a corner seat by the window, and closed his eyes to rest.
His mind kept turning over what exactly Ink Academy possessed that the Myriad Gods Church coveted.
And what role the Soul Hunting Hunters organization had played in this operation.
Had they simply lacked the strength, or had they done it deliberately?
Soul Hunt...
Suddenly, Zong Ren opened his eyes.
Could it be an Awakening Object?
The inner academy.
That girl who once appeared at the entrance.
A smile slowly curved his lips as he repeatedly recalled the girl's face, committing it firmly to memory.
Perhaps... I haven't failed completely yet.
There's no need to go to the Soul Hunting Hunters organization for now.
As long as I control this important pawn, I might still turn the tables, or even topple that so-called Goddess outright.
"Driver, please stop for a moment. I want to get off."
He spoke suddenly.