Xing Suanzi led the way, his expression grim. Zhu Ju followed unhurriedly, hands clasped behind his back. The somewhat unhinged Wan Zian had even tagged along, laughing loudly as he entered Jile Workshop, surrounded by a crowd.
It was as if he wanted to see how this fine spectacle would end.
PENG!
Upon reaching the rear courtyard, Xing Suanzi waved a hand, and the two wooden doors before them swung open heavily. He turned, his face cold as he looked at Zhu Ju.
"The Visualization Image is inside. The only question is, do you dare to look?"
"What's there to be afraid of?" Zhu Ju laughed heartily.
"Are you sure the Visualization Image is in there?"
"Rest assured," Xing Suanzi sneered.
"For thirty years, the Night Parade of Hundred Ghosts has never left this room. There's no need to lie about that."
"Good." Zhu Ju stepped inside, even cupping his fists in a salute to the other man.
"Much obliged."
