The church hall of the gathering place, shrouded in darkness, exuded a heavy aura.
"Are you going to back out?"
Lu Li calmly looked directly at the woman on the upper throne.
"But the first task wasn't really challenging, was it?" Saintess Elena retorted.
...
Dark clouds surged.
The chill crossing the Falling Leaves Mountain Range would soon reach the Ruins of Belfast. Now was the last moment when it wasn't too cold or too hot.
Yet in the morning, in the basement, the chill could still be felt.
This chill gradually dissipated as one approached the bottom of the basement, turning into warmth. Coupled with the stronger burnt smell, it felt as if the basement was burning something.
An oil lamp, a desk, books piled in the corner. A silhouette sat at the desk, wearing loose, light workers' clothes, with light grey hair tied in a ponytail.
Everything seemed normal, except for the charred silhouette wrapped within clothes and a wig.
"New... candidate..."
