After a sweep of his Divine Sense, the old man immediately changed direction and arrived at the rear courtyard.
The Black Skull once again dispersed into a black mist, seeping in through the cracks in the windows, the narrow gap under the door, and every other opening. The mist flowed slowly and silently, coiling around the ceiling beams.
Inside the main hall, seven people were chatting idly.
All seven were high-ranking members of the Gang with Foundation Establishment Cultivation. Dressed in magnificent attire, they exuded an air of authority. However, they remained completely oblivious to the black mist coiling around the beams above them. The hall was brightly lit, and the seven sat together, their voices echoing as they discussed the Gang's affairs.
