After pondering for several more moments, Qin Ye finally stood up. Mi Gaozhu looked up in astonishment, “Are you already done?”

“That’s right. I’m done with the search through the archives. Thanks.” Then, without bothering to conceal his identity before Mi Gaozhu, Qin Ye transformed into a stream of nethergale and promptly vanished from Mi Gaozhu’s office.

He didn’t return to the Mi family’s home either. After all, there was no need to impose on others right now. Instead, he went straight back to the hotel, where the Harken was lazing about on the bed, watching the television in boredom. As soon as the door opened, the Harken immediately perked up his ears and asked with great curiosity, “So, how’d it go?”

“As we suspected, there’s truly something strange about the Yin Mountains. Unfortunately, not even the Special Investigations Department was able to assess what’s wrong with it. My guess is that they’ve rated it to be of maximum danger for this very reason.” Qin Ye poured himself a cup of coffee and sank into the sofa, “They must suspect the presence of a powerful ghost, but they can’t wrap their minds around why the ghost has remained there in the Yin Mountains all this while, devouring all trespassers without any signs of expanding its reach. In other words, they perceive the Yin spirit to be acting passively in defence, rather than actively seeking out flesh and blood. This is completely uncharacteristic of a Yin...