"I'm sorry." Qingyi lowered his gaze.
He didn't know much about Mojie, but he didn't seem like a bad person.
"It's natural," Yedu shook his head. "People always die, that's how this line of work goes."
After these words, there was a moment of silence before Yedu regained his composure.
"We need to organize some things now, get ready to contact the targets and confirm this information." Yedu said, taking out a document and handing it to Qingyi.
The handsome young man took the document, reading it calmly.
That calm didn't last long, soon turning to deep shock.
That document was a report from another undercover group, claiming that the chief strategist was seriously ill and that the demon cult was planning an all-out attack on the orthodox alliance, trying to decapitate it in a single battle.
How could that be real?
