The Mist Man sneered.
"You are so reckless, aren't you afraid of retribution one day?"
"What do I have to be afraid of? If I offend someone and someone wants to buy my information, feel free to sell it.
Or if you come to me for hush money, that's fine too.
The information I sell doesn't involve what we need to do, so why shouldn't I sell it?"
"Well, then thank you, Chief Venerate, for personally bringing me the information."
"No need for politeness." Fu Xiao smiled, turned around, and left.
Once the Mist Man was alone, he looked toward the Imperial City of Dali, his gaze somber.
He had previously felt that something was amiss, not quite normal.
Unfortunately, what he considered abnormal was deemed by other significant figures to be minor details beyond the big picture.
Yet it was precisely those minor details that he felt were abnormal.
Dadui had disappeared, and the records along with it.
