"Thank you, Mr. Odin."
Above the attic, Fang Hong listened to the voices of the people as they gradually faded into the distance and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
He looked again at the photo frame, waited a bit, and only when the outside was completely silent did he climb down from the attic alone. He descended the stairs, first glancing into the hall on the second floor—no one was there.
But he still wasn't assured, so he sent out the Clockwork Fairy to scout around, ensuring no one was left before he stepped out. Outside the hall, the scene was still a mess, with bricks and rubble scattered everywhere.
He couldn't help but recall the earlier situation—
As for why the people of the Shadow Throne would abduct Feyos and bring her to this place, who gave them the audacity to provoke the Phoenix Family? And what were those books, the lines of code inscribed upon them, what did they represent?
These were also the questions in his heart.
