Winter drew near.
A bleak autumn wind blew as the temperature plummeted.
Pearly-white snowflakes drifted down, gathering in a thin layer upon the eaves.
"What… close the case?!" Bai Xiuying exclaimed, stunned.
"But the real culprit behind the outer city murders is still at large! We've only managed to capture a dozen or so demonic cultivators…"
"Why close the case under these circumstances?!"
Bai Xiuying's sharp brows shot up, and she clenched her fists.
Sikong Xin stood by the glazed window, dressed in a greyish-white Daoist robe, looking relaxed and elegant.
He gazed out at the falling snow, holding a cup of steaming Spirit Tea.
Hearing this, Sikong Xin turned and sighed.
"Miss Bai, you are also aware…"
"There have been no leads in these hundreds of murder cases. Even the Nine Rites Spirit Testing Talisman has turned up nothing…"
"The culprit's power… I'm afraid they're at the Crystal Realm!"
"They are most likely a heretical master from the Outer Sea, like Jiuyuan…"
