C88 successive theft

Inside Baishen Hall's backyard.

The traps were broken, the hostages were rescued, and there were no clues to track them down.

Yun Qianliang sat cross-legged on the floor, deep in thought while facing the door of the secret room that was difficult to find. Beside her was a brush and ink, as well as a pile of paper that was rolled up into a ball and scattered everywhere