Fang Xiu's brows furrowed deeper and deeper. Realizing that something was wrong, he did not choose to have dinner with the three of them, but left directly, ignoring their attempts to stop him. His figure vanished into thin air.
The three looked at the empty seats and exchanged bewildered glances.
"Who exactly is our benefactor? Although we may not be top-tier experts, we are still fourth-tier Spirit Masters, yet we still couldn't see how our benefactor disappeared."
"In my opinion, our benefactor is very likely a fifth-tier expert."
The scarred woman shook her head: "I have met some fifth-tier experts. Although they are powerful, they are not so powerful that I cannot see their movements clearly. My benefactor is very likely a legendary sixth-tier expert."
hiss!
The bald man and the man in the funeral clothes couldn't help but gasp.
"A sixth-tier expert? Doesn't that mean he's at the pinnacle of Xia Kingdom, just like Captain Lin?"
The man in the funeral clothes slapped his thigh in frustration, saying, "I should have asked my benefactor what his Werewolf ID was. We could have played together and maybe even gotten to know each other better."
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Fang Xiu moved through the Xia Kingdom like a ghost, his deep gaze sweeping across the land. Just as he expected, he saw nothing about the prophet wherever he went.
There were no portraits, photographs, or statues.
Even in those academies of spirit control, the portraits of the former prophets have been replaced by the portraits of the Northern Mystic Immortal Masters.
"In just over a decade, you've almost completely erased all traces of my existence? Impressive tactics."
He didn't believe that anyone in this world could erase all traces of a person's existence, not even a god. So, he came to the headquarters of the Xia Kingdom Investigation Bureau.
The Chief Commander's Office.
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