The Third Town had been destroyed by Patag, its vitality exhausted, and it had become an abandoned plane. After returning to the Second Town, Lu Hong spent an entire night exchanging information with the White Wind about the plans Patag had deployed in the underworld over the years.
"Duke, that is all I know for now, but Patag is a sly character. He might have other unknown moves in place, and with Patag's sudden death, I believe the warden will sense it and soon dispatch a powerful successor to continue the quest for the Northern Border. I must now leave the Second Town, disguise myself, and find a way to gain the trust of the newcomer. Later on, I will seek a suitable opportunity to relay information to you."
As he spoke, White Wind sketched a few strokes on his palm and spread it out before Lu Hong.
Lu Hong glanced at it and nodded, "I understand. Be assured, whoever bears this mark, I shall grant them a path to live."
