An eight-bearer grand sedan chair sat quietly in the exact middle of a desolate, wide street.
Before the midnight hour had even struck, a squad of people sneaked into the town from the outside with rapid steps, and upon spotting the sedan chair, they hoisted it up without a word.
Before they could even make it out of town, a gust of eerie wind swept through. Out of thin air appeared a white-haired man dressed in wedding robes—none other than Baixiao, the one who had taken the Wutong Token.
Chapter 44