"Alright, we surrender. We hope you will keep your promise."
The leader of the two Mystics from the Heart Research Society quickly nodded.
Suddenly!
His right hand, like a venomous snake, grabbed a pitch-black dagger and ruthlessly plunged it into the back of his companion!
"You... "
The companion wanted to say something, but a look of intense pain appeared on his face.
The leader released the dagger and dug his hand directly into his companion's back, as if searching for something.
Soon, a blood-red book with shimmering starlight on its cover was pulled out by him, and he respectfully handed it to Fang Xing.
"The Secret Ritual of Heart Dreams?"
Fang Xing nodded and opened the first page, seeing a distorted and pained face.
Judging by the features, it was the person who had just been backstabbed.
Compared to the dissipated companion, this face seemed even more ferocious, with slightly stiff and upturned corners of the mouth... as if mocking something.
