With a nod, Nailey slowly walked through the eight columns before the hall, and the space suddenly opened up. The circular hall was supported by white marble columns, with narrow, pointed windows between each column offering a view of the entire Meez city.
A hole in the center of the dome allowed a gloomy light to filter through, illuminating the slightly sunken circular recess in the hall’s center.
Four people stood across the recess: the elaborately dressed Klovi, the large blue-robed Lukus the High Priest, Lady Yifa offering Nailey a slight smile, and the masked woman, clearly the Great Sage Lishite.
Lukus spread his hands in welcome: “It’s good to see you again.”
Klovi snorted. Yifa glanced at him, then spoke in her usual light and soft tone: “You completed the task we entrusted to you, and I’m glad I didn’t misjudge you.”
Lishite silently turned away, seemingly unwilling to engage in the conversation.
Nailey nodded, not speaking. She pretended to look up at the dome, analyzing the attitudes of these people: It seemed Piping was not under their constant surveillance, to the point that they were unaware he had not died by her hand. If so, his words had not been leaked…
She gathered her thoughts, focusing her gaze on these four people, and spoke: “I hear the demon army is already outside the city.”
Meanwhile, the magical flames had already climbed to the dome, instantly melting the iron hooks and causing molten iron to drip down. The rope trembled, the iron hook softening and stretching out before dissolving into liquid. The rope was scorched black at one end, detaching from the wall and falling downward along with Nali.
Everything in her vision became blurry and slow.
Nali tried to adjust her posture in mid-air, attempting to use body techniques to approach the wall. However, the skill she had used when jumping out the window had not yet cooled down, and she was only carrying one rope, leaving her momentarily helpless. She could only watch as the empty southern courtyard of the Red Fortress rushed towards her.
She did not close her eyes in resignation, but instead her entire body trembled slightly. She was no stranger to the feeling of falling, and was even habitually expecting someone to catch her. Her expectation was not in vain.
