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After Zhong Wenxin and Kong Ying left, the surroundings fell silent once again. Aside from the Ancient Sorcerer, the others were either unconscious or dead: those who were unconscious included Fan Feng and the others, while Zhang Qi was dead.
Returning to the previous office, looking at Zhang Qi lying on the ground, he was already dead beyond any doubt, and his death was gruesome. The pole of the Thousand Soul Banner had been thrust straight through his Yintang and out the back of his head, with blood that had already turned black clinging to his hair. His eyes were wide open in a typical expression of death without closure.
Shaking his head, the Ancient Sorcerer said softly, "What was the point of this? Even if you could master the Thousand Soul Banner, what good would it do? Such a heinous thing would eventually lead to your demise, whether it was me or someone else."
The Thousand Soul Banner had long since disappeared into the ice and fire formed by the sun and moon. All methods related to its refinement and use had been inherited by the Ancient Sorcerer, who naturally understood that the purpose of the Thousand Soul Banner was to control people's minds. Such things fell under the realm of Black Magic and were absolutely harmful.
There are countless masters in the world; they simply choose not to reveal themselves. Therefore, even if Zhang Qi had not encountered the Ancient Sorcerer, he would have eventually met someone else; it was merely a matter of time.
Ignoring Zhang Qi any further, the Ancient Sorcerer walked up to Fan Feng and slapped her face twice with force while she remained dazed like a wooden chicken—Fan Feng had only temporarily lost her wits, so it wasn't serious. After being slapped twice, she gradually came to her senses.
"What... why is everyone lying on the ground?!"
As soon as Fan Feng regained consciousness, she was taken aback. The small room was in disarray, with Zhang Qi clearly dead on the floor and all the armed police she had brought lying unconscious.
"They're fine; they just fainted. A couple of slaps will wake them up. You should wake them all up first; I'm going outside for a smoke."
After saying this, the Ancient Sorcerer walked out, leaving the remaining matters to Fan Feng.
Zhang Qi was quite a person who knew how to enjoy life. The Ancient Sorcerer quickly found a small lounge with a huge floor-to-ceiling window that offered a view of most of Guanghai City's nightscape—twinkling stars that were incredibly beautiful.
Boiling water for coffee, the Ancient Sorcerer sat down at a table by the window. He took a sip of steaming coffee, stretched his legs out comfortably, and sighed with relief; after a busy night, he could finally take a break.
While the Ancient Sorcerer enjoyed a moment of leisure, Fan Feng did not have such good fortune. Looking at her subordinates sprawled across the room—especially Zhang Qi, who had died with a flagpole stuck in his head—fragments of what had happened earlier slowly resurfaced in her mind. Although not very clear and mostly just snippets, they were enough for her to understand many things.
"Could it be... that there really is such a thing as witchcraft in this world?"
Fan Feng's expression fluctuated; if there was such a thing, she didn't want to believe it. If there wasn't, then how could she explain what had happened earlier?
After a long while, Fan Feng sighed and began waking her subordinates one by one. Once they regained consciousness, they were just as shocked as she had been upon seeing everything but quickly refrained from asking questions when they saw Fan Feng's serious expression.
"Clean up."
After saying this, Fan Feng walked out; she had many questions in her mind, but now there was only one person who could provide her with answers.
"You really know how to enjoy yourself."
Fan Feng was surprised to find the Ancient Sorcerer sitting back in a chair, sipping coffee with his feet propped up—something not everyone could do. Zhang Qi's death might be related to the Ancient Sorcerer, but at least it happened right in front of him. Yet here he was, casually drinking coffee and looking completely at ease; his nerves were extraordinary. A normal person would probably be hugging a trash can and throwing up at this point.
"There's still coffee in the pot, would you like some?"
The Ancient Sorcerer gestured to the coffee pot on the table.
"Sure."
Fan Feng didn't hesitate, grabbed a cup, poured herself some, and then sat down across from the Ancient Sorcerer, casually tossing a pack of cigarettes to him.
The scalding coffee slid down her throat, and Fan Feng felt her brow relax as she savored it. The mission tonight had been quite exhausting; she knew that if it weren't for the Ancient Sorcerer, they would have likely been "wiped out."
After finishing half a cup of coffee, she felt her body warming up and finally began to truly relax.
"What happened?"
Although she had an inkling of what had transpired, Fan Feng still wanted to hear how the Ancient Sorcerer would explain it.
"Zhang Qi refined a Thousand Soul Banner. He originally intended to use it to control your minds, but instead, he ended up being killed by the Thousand Soul Banner himself."
The Ancient Sorcerer understood what Fan Feng was curious about but didn't plan to elaborate further; after all, these matters were far too distant for ordinary people to grasp.
Fan Feng was smart; she immediately realized that the Ancient Sorcerer didn't want to say more. After a long silence, she finally said, "Well then, thank you for tonight."
Shaking his head, the Ancient Sorcerer replied, "In fact, if it weren't for me, you wouldn't have been involved in this matter tonight."
That was indeed true. It was his suggestion to deal with Zhang Qi through relevant authorities that led Zhong Wenxin and Kong Ying into this situation. So if it weren't for him, Fan Feng wouldn't have found herself entangled in this affair.
Fan Feng smiled and said, "Dealing with someone like Zhang Qi is also our responsibility; we just got to it a bit earlier. If we had waited longer, he would have become even more dangerous, and by then you might not be around. Wouldn't that put us in even greater danger? So really, we should be the ones thanking you."
"Alright then, since that's the case, I won't hold back any longer."
The Ancient Sorcerer smiled as well; at that moment, he felt that Fan Feng wasn't as unapproachable as he had imagined.
"By the way, can I ask you another question?"
Fan Feng lit a cigarette and skillfully blew out a smoke ring, looking like a seasoned smoker. When girls smoke, it often gives off an impression of being unrefined, but clearly, Fan Feng was not that type; her demeanor was simply pleasing.
"Sure, go ahead. I'll answer what I can."
"Were you ever a killer?"
The Ancient Sorcerer knew this question arose because he had appeared too calm when facing Zhang Qi's corpse, which had raised Fan Feng's suspicions.
"Of course, I won't deny it."
In this regard, the Ancient Sorcerer did not hide anything and admitted it openly.
"Oh..."
Fan Feng seemed to ponder. If that were the case, it made perfect sense. Ironically, she had previously "despised" him, thinking he would drag the whole team down during tonight's operation. In the end, if it weren't for the Ancient Sorcerer, they all would have been in serious trouble.
"Alright, I'm leaving now. We'll get in touch later."
The Ancient Sorcerer knew there was no need to stay any longer; it was time to leave.
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