Chapter 1750 Comfort
- By the time Jia Ming had finished all his tasks, it was already dark. Despite a busy day, he had found no clues, only managing to copy a surveillance video with a blacked-out section and returned to the sect.
- He seemed to have lost his spirit, listless and dispirited. Upon returning to the sect, he trudged towards his room with his head down.
- "Jia Ming, you're back."