Resurrection

"The seven-day deadline set by the Emperor is almost here!" Xu Huande said to Fu Mengshan, sitting in the main hall of the Secret Guardians Hall. "We're done for this time!" 

Fu Mengshan remained seated in the armchair, not speaking a word.

The atmosphere in the main hall was heavy and tense.

Chen Donghai was fidgeting about restlessly, wishing to leave the room at once. Nonetheless, given that this incident was due to his mistake, there was no way he could leave, so he had no choice but to stay here and endure the restlessness.

After a long while, Fu Mengshan asked quietly, "Is there still no news from there?" 

"No." Xu Huande shook his head. "But it seems rather odd."

"Yes, it is odd." Fu Mengshan nodded.