Lei Dong stood desolately in the snow, numb like a statue.
Having waited for a while without any sign of movement, Tang Luo left, leaving the Qiyao Temple disciple standing alone in the snow.
That night, Zhu Huolong paced back and forth anxiously within the separate courtyard.
In this joint operation organized by Wushen Mountain and Qiyao Temple, he was supposed to cooperate closely with Lei Dong.
He had thought that after he said his goodbye, Lei Dong would follow suit and return to the courtyard to meet up.
But having waited for half the night and still no sign of him, Zhu Huolong couldn't help but ponder whether the Qiyao Temple disciple had other intentions.
Or could it be that the mysterious head of the Unparalleled Institute really had the capability to instruct the disciples of a sect?
"How could that be possible!"
No sooner had the thought arisen than it was dismissed by Zhu Huolong himself.
