A few seconds later, he suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze regaining its cold and resolute deanor, as if he had used all his strength to suppress the storm raging within.
He stared intently at the young pursuer, uttering each word with a low but commanding tone:
"Azhe, rember your identity! And rember my words!"
"The City Lord didn’t co out to oppose the ancestor’s decision, nor did he deny the Elder Council’s verdict! Therefore, everything is right! Jiang Chengyue is a traitor! This is law!"
"Keep your thoughts to yourself! Otherwise..." The burly man’s voice carried a cold warning, "Next ti, I won’t be able to protect you!"
With that, he no longer looked at his subordinates’ varied expressions, and waved his hand forcefully: "Withdraw! Supply team will arrive soon!"
More than a dozen pursuers quietly gathered, their actions still swift, but the atmosphere was now unbearably heavy compared to when they arrived.
Just like when they arrived, they disappeared silently into the dark alleys.
Leaving behind a wasteland scarred by battle.
Elsewhere.
Jiang Chengyue’s figure moved like a wounded lone wolf, swiftly weaving through the complex and ruined alleys on the outskirts of Glazed Light City.
He was evidently very familiar with this area, taking sharp turns swiftly.
Being wary of any potential tracking.
After confirming he wasn’t followed, he finally turned into a narrow alley only wide enough for one person, filled with discarded debris.
At the end of the alley was a very inconspicuous, rust-stained tal door.
It looked like an entrance to so abandoned basent.
With practiced ease, Jiang Chengyue fished out a key from behind a loose brick, quickly opened the lock, slipped inside, and carefully locked the door from within.
Behind the door was a narrow, steep, descending tal staircase.
Jiang Chengyue leaned against the cold wall, descending step by step, his footsteps strikingly clear in the silence.
At the bottom of the stairs was a small room barely ten square ters.
The walls were cold concrete, emitting a damp and moldy odor.
The room was extrely sparsely furnished, with a simple cot, a desk piled with scattered papers, books, basic instrunts and maps, a portable energy furnace, and a small pile of compressed food and water in the corner.
Jiang Chengyue leaned against the cold tal door, slowly sliding to the ground, releasing a deeply suppressed sigh.
He took off his hood, revealing a weary, haggard face sared with dust and sweat.
A wound on his temple, cut by an energy fragnt, was slowly oozing Blood Pearl.
His gaze was dazed, staring at a spiderweb in the corner of the ceiling, his chest heaving violently as he gasped for air.
In this mont of deathly stillness, fatigue, and pervading despair...
A calm, low voice, like a sudden thunder in the confined safe house, clearly reached Jiang Chengyue’s ears:
"Jiang Chengyue?"
At the instant the voice sounded, Jiang Chengyue’s body felt electrified.
He sprang up from the ground, his entire body tensing like steel.
A terrifying gleam exploded in his eyes, his long knife imdiately unsheathed, its blade pointing toward the direction of the voice.
The deepest shadow in the corner of the room.
"Who?!"
Jiang Chengyue’s voice was filled with shock, vigilance, and disbelief.
This was his ticulously arranged, absolutely secret safe house!
How could soone have infiltrated silently?!
Under his horrified gaze, the darkness in the corner... ca alive.
Darkness as thick as ink slowly receded and contracted, eventually condensing into five distinct figures.
Leading was a tall figure, with a stern face, holding a long knife in hand.
Vertical pupils like lted Gold, in the dim light, gazed steadily at him like burning lava.
It was Fang Qingyu!
Behind him stood Wei Banng, Chu Kuanglan, Lu Jiuyuan, and the small figure of Jiang Wei.
The Eternal Night Territory silently dissipated.
Fang Qingyu’s gaze calmly fell onto Jiang Chengyue, whose entire body emitted a dangerous aura, as he spoke again, his voice clearly echoing within the small safe house:
"Can we talk?"
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