In the remote outskirts of Peak City, there was an old villa, hidden deep within a mountain ravine, dark and tranquil.
Nie, the Deacon, stood respectfully in front of the bedroom, lowering his head and saying, "My Lord, the Blood Moon Slaughter Incident is nearing its conclusion. The Joker is dead, and the two Mythical Weapons have been successfully recovered. However, the person behind the Joker has yet to be found. In the near future, we'll launch a full-scale manhunt in Peak City."
The door to the bedroom was ajar, faintly revealing a figure lying on a sickbed.
"Who killed the Joker?"
An aged, frail, yet commanding voice emerged.
Nie, the Deacon, remained silent.
"Gu Ci'an's son, right?"
The voice continued, "And he took those two Mythical Weapons as well."
Nie, the Deacon, scowled and murmured, "It was my incompetence."
