"Self-Reflection"

Long Yuehong and Bai Chen hid the gray SUV in the forest beside a necessary road to the Zhao family's manor.

They heaved a sigh of relief when they saw the military-green jeep drive over.

Shang Jianyao rolled down the window and waved at his two companions. "Done!"

"Where are the people who captured the Anti-intellectualism Church members?" Bai Chen asked in surprise.

She and Long Yuehong had heard explosions from the manor by the Taiwei River, but it was in a different direction from the Zhao family manor.

Shang Jianyao sighed pretentiously. "We didn't win, nor did they lose."

So it's a draw… This thought subconsciously flashed across Long Yuehong's mind, but after careful thought, he realized that Shang Jianyao meant something else.

"Did the Anti-intellectualism Church succeed?" Long Yuehong asked as he walked to the halted jeep.

Jiang Baimian pushed open the door and alighted. She nodded slightly. "In a sense, yes."