"I'm sorry, everyone, I had some personal matters to handle, so I was away for a while and wasn't able to help," Zhuo Hang didn't directly answer the question but instead said something irrelevant, making people suspect his sudden disappearance was somewhat dubious.
Since the danger had passed, nobody really wanted to inquire where exactly Zhuo Hang had gone or what he had done; instead, they began to clean up the battlefield.
Su Hui watched Zhuo Hang closely, remembering how before they set out, Zhuo Hang had gazed at a painting on the wall of the small hotel for a long time, his eyes flickering with confusion, pondering what he could be thinking about. Soon after that, Zhuo Hang disappeared.
With Su Hui's vigilant professional habits, she immediately asked the hotel staff about the origins of the painting; it was reportedly a casual creation by an old man from the East, which caught the fancy of the hotel's staff, who then purchased it.