An extended afternoon, a gentle breeze sweeps across West Sea Crossing.
"Little Wu, Yao Jin has returned to the city. This mission—"
Mu Xin spoke heavily, opening the gate of the small courtyard.
The voice came to a sudden stop.
Mu Xin stared blankly at the scene within the courtyard.
Shadows of the trees shattered, falling upon Wutuo.
The green leaves of the potted plants swayed, the sea breeze brought a chill... it was very clean here, in every sense of the word.
No blood.
No trace of battle.
No breath of life.
…
…
"Great Elder, I have come to confess."
Yao Jin sat in a wheelchair, his voice complex through the screen.
"I already know about the Gu Family Envoy affair."
At the end of the screen, there was darkness.
The faint sound of liquid surging could be heard.
