They all gathered in the tiny Return to Dreams Pavilion. After a long and arduous search without a single clue, they immediately rushed over the moment their target voluntarily revealed his location.
...
The night was as still as water. The air inside the Return to Dreams Pavilion was thick with a murderous aura. Experts from all sides hid in the shadows, keeping a close watch on every movement. Beyond the pavilion, many more figures lurked in the surrounding streets, their attention fixed on this spot.
This turmoil had been brewing for quite some time, and too many people were eager to see how the night would end.
"Will he come?"
"Hard to say!"
"All the Pureblood Families are here. They've set up an inescapable dragnet, and the entire area is covered in Formations. Unless a Lord-level expert shows up in person, no one else... no matter how strong... could possibly escape!"
"..."
In the shadows, countless people whispered among themselves.
