The flames rising among the green vines of the orchid enmeshed the blazing sun in a layer of black gauze.
Through the door billowing with thick smoke, the visiting guests were ushered out in single file under the protection of guards, jumping into carriages or sedan chairs at the entrance.
Yet the sounds of slaughter amidst the dense smoke had not ceased.
A young man with dark skin, dressed in Thousand River Valley-style clothing, clung to the doorframe, leapt into a carriage, and as soon as he closed the door, the elder cloaked in black impatiently asked, "Did it succeed?"
Amidst the jolts of the moving carriage, the young man shook his head, "No, his guards are too vigilant, and he steadfastly refuses to approach the cage. Your intelligence was also incorrect, the Holy Silver didn't pose any lethal threat to him."
"Damn it." The shadow beneath the black robe trembled as if someone was gnashing their teeth, "And the Sorrido Holy Artifact? Did you gather any information?"
