When everyone returned through the secret passage, the candlelit room had already undergone a transformation.
Hongxiao and the two others were bound together with hemp rope and tossed into a corner. A smudge of fresh, red blood stained Qingheng’s temple, and Jinchuan, face twisted with indignation as she tugged at her wrists, lowered her head sullenly when she saw Weimo return.
Chen Xian, wearing a bronze mask, sat leisurely by the eight-immortal table, twirling a celadon teacup between his fingertips.
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