Location: Outer City of the Ether Emblem
The second team members of the Crimson Church have already dispersed.
Two of them quietly climbed over the courtyard wall, preparing to set a fire somewhere.
One of them tiptoed, cautiously glancing at the residential area, and whispered to the person behind him:
"Tsk tsk, during the Lantern Festival, so many people don't even go home."
"Indeed, so on a dark and windy night, it's the perfect time for arson."
The man in black revealed a crazy smile.
He used to be an arsonist.
His favorite thing to watch was the faces of those ordinary people, who had exhausted their life savings and took out loans to buy houses, as their homes burned in the fire.
No matter how many times he saw that look, it was always so interesting.
"Art is indeed all about burning."
His voice was almost inaudible in the night, eyes flickering with excitement.
"Ah, right, right." A crisp male voice sounded.
The man in black froze, but quickly relaxed:
