Early in the morning, a group of people could be seen searching for something. They looked a little strange—dark, heavy bags hung under their eyes, and their bodies were draped in cloaks.
This group was none other than Everlight's team, who were hunting for Clayton.
In theory, the task sounded simple. But with an invisible array formation cloaking the area and the night-blooming flower fields stretching so far and wide, the search was anything but easy.
It had been hours since Everlight figured out how to track their target. And yet, despite all that time, they still hadn't found him.
Everlight was growing increasingly frustrated.
"Still nothing?!" he snapped, his tired yet sharp gaze fixed on one of his subordinates.
The subordinate, looking just as exhausted, forced a bitter smile. He replied respectfully, though there was strain in his voice.
"Still no sign, sir. But we're probably close. This is the last area we haven't checked."
Everlight scowled.
