The sun was setting in the west.
The moon was veiled by dark clouds, and the entire Observatory Hall had shed the daytime solemnity, as if draped in a black veil, unusually quiet.
Outside the Observatory Hall, Mu Fusheng's figure had already turned completely transparent, his aura layered away by talismans, as though he had merged entirely into the night.
He lifted his head to look at the towering hall building, his heart sinking slightly.
Nether River Abyss, Yin Yang Heavenly Pool, Holy Sect… These clues were far too coincidental. Just after Senior Sister Hong Ying obtained the information from that scroll of the Five Spirits Mysterious Technique, the Hall Master immediately issued a mission, specifically ordering them to head to the Nether River Abyss.
All of this felt like a game that had been set up in advance.
Mu Fusheng never believed in coincidences.
Yet from outside the Observatory Hall, he couldn't hear the movements inside.
