Nightfall descended, and the streets of Duanyang City saw fewer and fewer pedestrians. Every household lit candles, and in a secluded corner, someone received a secret order and quickly shed their outer garment, revealing the distinctive attire of the Quanrong Clan.
Simultaneously, the Quanrong infiltrators within this city set into motion, heading stealthily towards the inn where Bai Ruozhu and the others were staying.
Meanwhile, You Meng remained at the Fire-Thunder Formation, coldly smirking at the moon, "Tonight is bound to be a bloodstained night."
Not far behind him, Fo Lanying frowned tightly, deeply anxious at the moment, contemplating how to escape to Duanyang City to deliver a message.
"What? Are you worried?" You Meng suddenly turned to look at her and asked.
