Without enough intelligence, the conspiracy had just revealed a corner, and Luo Zheng couldn't judge the deadly move behind it. After chatting with Lan Xue for a few words, he went to find Hong Meihua, while Lan Xue went to look for Wu Miao. Hong Meihua was sunbathing on the beach. After hearing Luo Zheng's words, she was taken aback and fell into deep thought, while Luo Zheng lay down on a beach chair beside her, gazing at the sea in contemplation.
The sea was sparkling, waves constantly lapping onto the shore. In the distance, Ghost Hand and others were rowing back. Blue sky, white clouds, warm sun overhead, and a gentle sea breeze made everything seem so beautiful, yet Luo Zheng's heart sank to the bottom, filled with a chilling void as he furrowed his brow, contemplating the conspiracy afterward, without any clues.
