"Over there?"
Yu Yaoer murmured softly and turned her head in the direction Jin Xu's chin had pointed.
She saw that in the crowd on the right, stood four familiar faces.
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Indeed, just as Fan Changnian was about to use his ancestral method with the Golden Needle to force the hidden moths to reveal themselves,
a clear voice suddenly rang out.
"Stop!"
Upon hearing this, the two within the circle paused, Fan Changnian holding the needle in one hand and the cover in the other, turning his face toward the direction from which the voice had come.
A faint flicker of guilt flashed through the eyes of Manager Wang, but knowing this was not the time to be anxious, as haste could expose him more easily, he made no other move but quietly turned to look from where the voice had originated as well.
The spectators near the source of the voice automatically cleared a path.
The one who had spoken and his companions suddenly found themselves in a vacant space.
