Snowflakes drifted gently from the sky.
Since the Qilin Immortal Palace had opened, the Order World had suffered consecutive losses of key figures: the deaths of Tianzhou and Xingye, the two Saints; the deaths of two Minister-level officials; and the demise of several Omega members due to infighting.
Of course, the You Ying Group experienced even greater losses.
The Night Watchers exchanged uncertain glances.
The people from the Judgement Court wore pale expressions, their faces as white as paper.
It was over.
Everything was over.
Vice President Rhein seemed calm when he left, but in reality, he had already sensed imminent danger, seething with anger.
Originally, if Minister Zhang Xuzhi were brought back for interrogation, it would have proved this matter to be his personal act—be it abusing authority to conspire to murder internal members or colluding with the Dusk evolvers.
But now, Zhang Xuzhi was dead.
Dead without leaving evidence.
This meant everyone had to suspect.
