Zhang Ze did not go to rest, but was led by Mu Qiu to a storeroom.
"Brother Zhang, if you want to see something, feel free to find it yourself."
"The miscellaneous records of the past hundred years of Cold City are all here."
"Tomorrow, I, Mu, will host a banquet, and I hope Brother Zhang will not decline."
Having said that, Mu Qiu turned and left the storeroom.
Zhang Ze dusted off and took a book from the shelf that recorded cases related to the Demon Race in Cold City over the past few years.
Opposite the shelf, Li Yueqi looked at Zhang Ze curiously, "What are you looking for?"
"Looking for someone, my uncle's old lover."
"..."
Li Yueqi was speechless, feeling that the person in front of her was babbling nonsense again.
Chen Qin wasn't here; she had just left with an excuse to go to the Sword Hall. There were relevant records in the Sword Hall too; comparing the two might yield results.
"I'm really not lying to you," Zhang Ze sighed.
