But soon, the peace returned, the voice crisp and firm: "Don't worry, Vice Alliance Leader, in three days, it will be as you wish."
At this moment, the mountain wind gradually subsided, and the entire valley fell into a near-solidified silence, awaiting the impending storm.
Liu Tingting watched Dark Night Owl's back, her hands involuntarily clenched, her nails embedded in her palms, leaving shallow crescent-shaped marks. Afterward, Liu Tingting and the members of the Shadow Alliance whispered a few words, their voices buzzing like mosquitoes, hardly noticeable in the silent valley.
After finishing the conversation, she turned around, her figure quickly disappearing into the darkness.
Her figure grew fainter under the moonlight, soon merging into the night, as if she had never appeared.
The members of the Shadow Alliance also quietly dispersed moments later, their figures ghostly, vanishing into the dark corners.
