Staring at the pitch-black, profound hall, Little Butterfly felt inexplicably nervous, trying hard to calm her emotions, she lifted her leg and walked inside.
Chen Mo looked down at this scene from above, his mind slightly moving.
He took out the bone mask from the storage ring and wore it on his face, concealing his aura before quietly landing on the rooftop.
Pressing his palm against the tiles, he activated his soul power, slowly seeping it through the gaps.
To avoid alerting the other party, he kept a certain distance and did not actively probe.
Vaguely, he could see a tall, thin figure in wide clothing sitting cross-legged on a prayer mat facing the statue, speaking in a hoarse, piercing voice: "Has the person who planted the Gu poison been investigated?"
"According to the waiter at Pear Cloud Hall, there were indeed two unfamiliar faces that day, spending handsomely, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't recall their specific appearance," Little Butterfly replied.
