Sometime after Wuzhi had left the establishment, deep within the Black Moon Trading Company's North Aislu Capital Branch, an older gentleman wearing a bronze-coloured two-piece suit stood in front of twelve man-sized mirrors.

Reflected within each of those twelve mirrors were twelve different individuals. Four of them were female while the rest were men. Each individual looked vastly different from the others with different appearances, skin tones, styles of clothing, and even in their respective auras.

While their countenances were different, all their faces held the same expression. A look of unprecedented solemnity.

[The Heaven Scheming Devil will no longer take part in worldly affairs. He has retired.]

The gentleman in the bronze-coloured suit held in his hand a fancy-looking crystal. From this crystal, a screen of light was being projected into the air within which Wuzhi's earlier transaction was being replayed.

[Are you certain?]

[Do not speak the Devil's name in vain lest you disappear into the darkness of the night.]

When the recording played up to here, the gentleman in the bronze suit paused the recording. Turning his gaze to the figures reflected within the twelve mirrors, he asked. "What do you all think about this?"

None answered immediately. All of them seemed to be processing the words spoken by the youth in the recording.

Seeing as none of his fellow peers replied to his question, the gentlemen in the bronze suit continued to talk.

"Twenty-three years have passed since the Devil's name was last spoken."

"Ever since that fateful final war where the Devil last showed himself, he has never appeared before the eyes of the world ever again. Not even the slightest trace of his presence has made itself known to the world."

"For twenty-three long years, he has been missing."

Taking a deep breath, he continued from his pause.

"And yet… for twenty-three long years, the Devil's name has continued to be feared."

"His foes, or at least those who dared to call themselves as such, have remained timid; daring not to act, for they fear his wrath. It is like a curse, for even though his so-called 'enemies' want to act out and claim their revenge, their fear halts them."

"Fear, that the Devil had so cruelly ingrained into their hearts."

In a low voice, he recited as if he was singing a nursery rhyme. "'Do not speak the Devil's name in vain lest you disappear into the darkness of the night.'"

Unable to bear his words any longer, one of the figures within the mirrors cried in anger. "Silence, Third Administrator! I have had enough of your ghastly sermons!"

"Fifth Administrator need not pay any mind to this old man's words. After all, it is not as if my words are relevant to us." The gentleman in the bronze suit showed a soft smile. "I am sure that none among us are foolish enough to scheme against the Devil."

The figure of Fifth Administrator shivered within the mirror.

Ignoring that man, Third Administrator continued to address the rest of his peers. "The veracity of this information need not be verified. If that youth was bold enough to speak the Devil's name and was even willing to sell such a valuable piece of information to us, it must mean that he comes from a place of sufficient confidence."

"Who knows? That youth might even be related to the Devil."

"Have you finished identifying that youth? Perhaps his identity might reveal to us some clues about the Devil's whereabouts." A female figure within the mirror enchantingly spoke.

"Negative." Third Administrator shook his head. He then operated the crystal within his hand to display other images and recordings. "None of the recorders littered throughout the building seemed to capture that youth's image. Only a few fleeting images of his back or sides were captured."

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"How about the attendant at the reception? Surely, they must've caught a look at his face, right?" Another figure in a mirror spoke.

Third Administrator moved aside to reveal a young woman standing behind him. After being gestured towards, the young woman calmly walked up to where he previously stood and replied.

"Reporting to Lord Administrators. This one was the person who attended to the youth at the reception. While I certainly remember catching a glimpse of his face, I strangely cannot seem to remember how he looked."

The young woman had a strange expression on her face as she recalled.

"The young lady isn't lying." Third Administrator stepped up and added validity to her words. "As you know, every receptionist employed by our company is trained to memorize a person's face and unique features from a single glance and sketch it down after the end of their shift. These sketches will then be added to our pre-existing records."

"This young lady," he placed a hand on her shoulder, "performed extraordinarily well during training. Top of her class, even."

"However, when I asked her to sketch down the youth's image after he had left, this is what I received." He showed a parchment. An incomplete portrait of a man was revealed.

Rather than call it a portrait, it would be more accurate to call it a general outline of a person's face. There was absolutely nothing notable in the sketch.

"Such a result could only mean one thing. This person's understanding and use of the [Information Path] has reached a frightening extent." The gentleman in the bronze suit finished.

The others within the mirrors had reached the same conclusion following the series of events.

"What did the youth ask in exchange for this information?"

"The bond for the 'Right to Trade,'" replied Third Administrator.

"Only that?" The person who had asked that question looked confused.

"He also asked us to deliver a letter to the north," Third Administrator added. The others simply nodded their heads as if this business was unrelated to them.

"I had called this meeting only to inform all of you about this piece of information. I have followed protocol and immediately shared all new Grade 0 information that my branch was able to come across. With my duty complete, I shall now adjourn this meeting."

Third Administrator promptly declared and ended the meeting. He then had the young receptionist return to her post before calling for his secretary.

The moment his secretary arrived; he handed instructions. "Starting today, start withdrawing all our businesses in South Aislu Continent. Be subtle about it and don't let anyone else find out about it."

"Understood." The secretary nodded her head. "The Son of the Heavens has come for you. He has been waiting outside."

"Send him in," Third Administrator replied.

After his secretary left, he seated himself on the chair behind his desk. A few minutes later, Mu Yuelong walked into his office wearing a solemn expression on his face.

Third Administrator immediately rose to his feet and greeted. "I greet the Son of the Heavens."

A weary smile appeared on Yuelong's face as he politely greeted back. "Yuelong is underserving of Uncle Third's respect. Please call me Xiao Long as you did in the past."

Third Administrator wore a calm smile in reply. He was, in fact, one of Yuelong's half-uncles from the maternal side. To be exact, he was the elder brother of Sovereign Mu's ninth wife.

"Alright, Xiao Long. Tell me. What brings you to your uncle while wearing such a heavy look?" he asked.

Hearing that, the smile on Yuelong's face turned bitter. He then heavily asked, "Yuelong requests Uncle Third to search for a person for me. He is called Wuzhi."

"Wuzhi…" Third Administrator repeated that name. After searching his memories, he realized that he knew no one with such a name. "I don't recall any notable individuals with such a name. Why do you want me to search for me?"

Yuelong bit the edges of his lips and clenched his fists at that question. A complicated light flashed within his eyes as he slowly spoke. "I— I simply want to talk to Brother Wuzhi. I have some questions that I want to ask him."

Even with everything that had gone down in the Mu Household during this night and the shocking truths and scandals that had been revealed, Yuelong's method of addressing Wuzhi remained the same.

Towards Wuzhi, he felt, not anger or resentment but, guilt and responsibility. If the truth was as he had theorized it to be, Yuelong felt that he, and the Mu Household, owed an immeasurably great deal to Wuzhi.

"Brother Wuzhi?" Third Administrator immediately caught the strange form of address leaving Yuelong's mouth. He even noticed the youth's strange behaviour and actions. Still, he did not speak too much about it and simply promised. "Alright, I will do so. Just give me a description of his features."

"Thank you, Uncle Third. Yuelong will remember and seek to return this favour," Yuelong immediately thanked his uncle.

Taking a deep breath and calming his mind, he began describing Wuzhi's features. "He has a dark…"

Yuelong strangely fell silent, an expression of confusion appearing on his face.

"No wait," he quickly shook his head. "His eyes are…!"

Perplexity assaulted his heart as a strange fog seemed to envelop his memories. The expression of confusion on Yuelong's face soon warped into that of great astonishment and horror.

"I—I cannot remember how he looked!"

Try as he might, Yuelong absolutely could not recall how Wuzhi looked. In fact, the more he tried to remember those details, the vaguer and foggier grew the impression within his mind.

Wuzhi, who hailed from the Isilda Continent and was born on the same day as him, looked… Yuelong could not remember how he looked.

A deep chill penetrated Yuelong's spine as horror enveloped his countenance. He had completely forgotten how Wuzhi looked!