The day's patrol shift ended.
Li Xian walked out of the cage tower; it was already dusk. The fog on Evil Suppression Island had not dispersed, obstructing the view. The setting sun cast an orange glow everywhere, yet it couldn't be seen here.
Li Xian calculated the days; nine days had passed. The half-month period was approaching. He had taken everything in, and Zhang Qiusheng, Hong Dexin, and Wang Jue had secretly enacted their plan and begun to take action.
The Steward of Evil Suppression Island either knew nothing about it or had already made prior arrangements and absolutely did not interfere. Li Xian already had a foolproof plan and thus didn't need to rely on external forces.
