Zhuang Ziliu was clearly one of their people.
Zhuang Ziliu, holding Zhuang Ziyi, descended the steps because Zhuang Ziyi was draped in a large black coat that covered the body and face, leaving the others unaware of the situation.
After he descended the stairs, he paused in his step and looked towards Sui Yi.
Seeing the person in a state of unconsciousness, he narrowed his eyes and ultimately said nothing, then turned and left.
Ah Guna followed suit.
And just like that, they walked away, far away...
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Three months later.
Winter break was almost here, and that event, which many parties had tried hard to bury, had finally faded as if it had left no trace. The so-called Human Skin, evil spirits, and monsters had all departed from this bustling political center.
Winter outshone the snow, with snowflakes fluttering about, maple leaves tinged with white, and red tiles covered the frost-topped roofs.
