At 7:55 a.m, Cassius slightly raised his head and glanced at the futuristic mushroom-shaped building across the plaza. The white tiles of the exhibition hall and the large floor-to-ceiling windows shimmered under the sunlight, and the long sign atop the structure gleamed with a metallic sheen.0

Men in black suits patrolled the perimeter, their cold, fierce gazes and auras completely unconcealed. People either entered the exhibition hall in pairs or alone, while some journalists stood on tiptoe, jotting down key points in their notebooks from time to time.0

"Do you think there might be some Blood Spirit Society or Gate Organisation members sneaking into the antique exhibition hall?" Saint Feinan, dressed in a white suit that shimmered in the sunlight, walked up to Cassius.1

"There definitely are," Feng Liusi joined them. He looked noticeably younger today, yet he still maintained the appearance of a mature man around thirty years old in his well-fitted suit.0

"Too bad we can't make a move." Cassius spoke with a hint of regret, his gaze slightly dark. It was frustrating to see prey but be forced not to pounce. 0

"It doesn't matter. There will definitely be a reckoning by the fourth day. Have some patience. I only need a few more days. I'm close to the fifth stage," Feng Liusi remarked.0

The three of them continued their conversation as they walked toward the Tulip Antique Exhibition. Despite wearing suits, they steadily overtook the bustling crowd ahead. The people who were accidentally pushed aside didn't dare...0