Shocking changes underground
Time passed slowly amidst anxious waiting. At three-quarters past dawn, Pei Qinhu, who had gone to investigate, finally brought back news.
"The mark is gone!" He rushed into the warm chamber, his voice trembling with excitement. "That kid really went in!"
The group's spirits lifted, but they were soon plunged into deeper anxiety—the infiltration was only the first step; the real danger was just beginning.
As dawn broke, a figure staggered over the wall of Yaotian's encampment. When the disciples on duty found him, Bai Ya had already collapsed in the courtyard, his night clothes torn in several places, and his silver mask half broken, revealing a deep wound beneath it that exposed bone.
"Underground...altar..." He clutched Ming Shiyin's sleeve, who had rushed to the scene upon hearing the news, his breath weak. "They're...holding a ceremony...Mo Heng...Mo Heng, he..."
Before he could finish speaking, he had already fainted.
Yang Yuhuan immediately rushed forward to treat him, while Ming Shiyin and Yi Xing's expressions simultaneously darkened. Mo Heng? How could this be?
Just then, a disciple ran in frantically: "Something's wrong! Mr. Mo...he's gone!"
As if to confirm this statement, a muffled sound suddenly came from the direction of the Wanghai Villa in the distance, followed by a slight tremor in the ground. A beam of eerie blue light shot into the sky, dyeing the pre-dawn sky with an eerie hue.
Yi Xing gripped the wheelchair armrests tightly, his knuckles turning white.
Everything became clear. Mo Heng's erudition, his meticulousness, his perfectly timed corrections and additions—it was all a carefully orchestrated performance. He not only fooled everyone, but also used the opportunity of drawing a map to lure Bai Ya into a trap!
"What a formidable Mo Heng..." Ming Shiyin stared at the ever-thickening pillar of light, a genuine rage igniting in his eyes for the first time. "What a 'Night's Ink'!"
Gongsun Li opened her paper umbrella, its edge gleaming with a cold golden light in the morning glow: "What do we do now?"
Pei Qinhu clashed his fists together, the force of the impact creating visible ripples around his body: "What else can we do? Fight our way in! Drag that traitor out!"
Yi Xing suddenly calmed down. He turned his wheelchair to face the beam of light, his voice clearly piercing through the chaos:
"The star map he showed us was fake, but the real star map had already been drawn in his mind."
The boy raised his hand, his fingertips lightly pointing to several points around the pillar of light:
"There, there, and there—that's the real energy node."
The morning light pierced through the clouds and fell on his pale face. At this moment, the light in his eyes was no longer the faint glow of illness, but a resolute determination after seeing through the fog.
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