The next morning, at dawn.
Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance Headquarters.
In the courtyard, a group of staff were moving boxes upon boxes of files onto the vehicles, each sealed with an official stamp.
These were all dossiers and materials connected to the cases of Meng Qinghuan and Hua Yanqiu's murders, all to be archived and transported back to the Daoist Alliance Headquarters in Shangjing City.
"We're leaving today—what an utterly humiliating trip," Ji Haisan stood at the office window on the second floor, watching the busy crowd in the courtyard, a glacial chill flickering across his face.
This trip had been more than humiliating; it was simply a matter of losing troops and generals, with gains far from matching the losses.
