Zhao Xuanqi said to Zhong Maolin that the man's skills were quite good, and it would be a shame to lose him so carelessly.
"I understand. You must be careful."
Zhong Maolin was silent for a moment before taking a deep breath and speaking to Zhao Xuanqi.
"After I find people, I will bring them back here. If I haven't returned within half a day, then you should find your own way to survive."
Zhao Xuanqi said, and before Zhong Maolin could say anything more, his form flickered and he left the house.
Zhong Maolin watched Zhao Xuanqi's departing figure, slowly calmed himself, then leaped onto the rafters. He concealed his presence and began to wait.
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Meanwhile, after leaving the house, Zhao Xuanqi looked up at the sky, intending to estimate the time by the moon's position.
It was only then that he discovered the bizarre Blood Moon was already climbing to its zenith. The moonlight it cast had deepened from its earlier pale red, now shifting toward a dark crimson.
