Night has deepened, silence pervades everywhere, with occasional chirping of insects breaking the stillness.
A corner of the dark clouds tears open, and the bright moonlight spills down like mercury, outlining the undulating contours of the wilderness.
Lin Jingzhu is clad in night clothes, her face veil concealing her cheeks, her black and white eyes somewhat sorrowful.
"Mr. Chen, although you are the lead investigator, I should at least have the right to know the basics, right?"
"By acting in secret without informing us, could it be that you're afraid we'll steal your thunder?"
Chen Mo does not answer.
After sensing carefully, the wind and thunder surge around him, and he shoots off like lightning towards the west.
Lin Jingzhu huffs a breath, frost forming beneath her feet as she treads the air, firmly following behind him.
As two figures streak across the night sky, Chen Mo speaks:
