All's well that ends well.

However, as the protagonist of this trial, Mu Feng did not feel any joy. He only walked out from the dark hall to meet his companions in the refuge, and his two daughters.

They were all Unclean, yet from now on they could live under the sunlight.

Because the latest technology had been developed, named Heavenly Blood.

In conjunction with the Summoning Technique, it could completely eradicate spiritual pollution.

Humankind had taken another great step forward in the struggle against the Ancient God Clan.

Although this technology was very expensive at the moment and couldn't be immediately spread worldwide, even the faintest flame in the dark seemed so bright that it could warm the heart.

This should have been a day worth celebrating, but they all felt anxious.

Because such a crucial judicial trial was missing one vital person.

The one who brought hope to them.

Outside the Court's hall, someone strode over with members belonging to the Night Watcher behind them. Each of them was dressed in pitch-black suits, stately and solemn, like mourners.

Lin Dong led the group at the front, with Han Jing following expressionlessly.

Uncle Mu brushed past his companions and walked to face them.

"SSS-level investigator, Mu Feng!"

Lin Dong raised his hand to his chest and said in a deep voice, "Welcome back to the team!"

Han Jing placed her hand against her chest, and all the Night Watchers followed suit, as a sign of alertness.

Mu Feng was silent for a second, then softly asked, "Where is Xiao Gu?"

Lin Dong clenched his fist without a change in expression, forcing himself to meet his gaze, eyes filled with guilt.

Han Jing bit her lip hard and replied hoarsely, "I'm sorry."

Those three light words.

Yet they were akin to a thunderbolt on a clear day, shattering the last bit of hope in his heart.

In that moment, Mu Feng stepped forward boldly, grabbing the collar of the Demigod in front of him, lifting his bloodshot eyes, and roared, "Bastard! Bastard! He was only seventeen! He was still a child! He hadn't even grown up, hadn't married! How could you fail to save him? Old Gu had only that one child!"

"Do you think you did right by him? Did I do right by him? What face do I have to live on!"

He turned his head and shouted, "And you, Old Gu saved your life! He had only one son, how could you let him disappear! You bastards! Bastards!"

As the lofty Demigod, Lin Dong could easily kill this man before him with a flick of his finger.

However, compared to absolute strength, the old man's roars were more hurtful, like the sharpest knife in the world, stabbing harshly at the heart, making it twist in agony.

Han Jing's eyes were empty and pale, ultimately at a loss for words, said nothing.

The Night Watchers all bowed their heads in guilt, especially Fu Qingxuan, who gritted his teeth, eyes reddened.

The people from the refuge also heard these words, as if struck by a bolt of lightning.

Mu Qingge wanted very much to take her sister away; she didn't want this young girl to be hurt anymore.

However.

With a clatter.

The wooden carving in Wanwan's arms fell to the ground.

That was her proudest work. Since she heard the code name of her big brother, she learned to search the internet, collected various tools, and spent half a month carving a cute little Qilin.

She originally planned to give it to her big brother when he returned from the mission.

Now, she would never have the chance.

"Waaah."

She wailed aloud, heart-wrenching cries.

Mu Feng finally lost all his strength, collapsing to the ground, disheveled.

If he could, he would give his lifetimes to bring back that big boy.

Alas, there was no "if."

"Bastards, you people are bastards... Old Gu, I'm sorry."

The old man broke down, howling in despair, unable to rise for a long time.

On the witness seat in the hall, Lin Lan sat dazed, listening to the voices coming from outside. When he didn't see the boy today, he had thought the fellow was hospitalized again from a severe injury, hence his absence.

Unexpectedly, he was no longer alive.

Ha, hahaha!

"How could it be, must be a joke?"

He lightly tugged at the corner of his mouth, laughing numbly.

Even someone like him came back alive, and even regained his status as a Night Watcher, awaiting treatment.

He even brought back the entire harem to live in the real world.

Not to mention he had two adorable daughters and hadn't gotten the chance to brag.

Yet that fellow, was gone.

With a thump.

He turned his head back, dumbfounded.

Lin Wanqiu had fainted by the table, seemingly shocked by the news, unable to accept it.

Nie, the Deacon sat silently opposite her, crumpling the documents into a ball, tossing them into the trash, covering his face with his hands, not sure what he was thinking, his hands trembling slightly.

And the audience seats were struck silent.

Nightmare sat dazed in her seat, smiling silently, "It must be a lie, it must all be a lie. My divination must have gone wrong. That fellow only knew how to kill others, who could kill him?"

"That's right, my divination was also wrong."

Lord Meng said softly, "Mr. San shouldn't die so easily, right?"

Dawn and the Poison Master fell into silence, exchanging glances.

Lu Qingqing turned her head, only to see the Little Princess utterly frozen.

The medical prescription in Ji Xiaoyu's hand fell to the ground, lost and disheartened.

From that moment on, she would never have a chance to prove herself again.