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Mark walked out of the holy stone altar and walked down the winding stone steps. The night breeze blew the hair on his forehead and also blew away the remaining energy in the holy stone altar. He took a deep breath, and the air in the holy city at night was mixed with a faint smell of blood, which made him frown. Bingying followed him closely, and his golden eyes vigilantly scanned the surrounding environment, and from time to time he made a low whimper. "It seems that we missed something." Mark whispered to himself and quickened his pace. He could feel a tense atmosphere in the air, like the calm before the storm. The houses on both sides of the street closed their doors and windows, and occasionally a few dogs could be heard barking, which added a bit of bleakness. Under the dim light of the street lamps, there were few pedestrians on the street, and everyone was in a hurry, as if they had something urgent to do. After returning to his residence, Mark immediately sat cross-legged and began to look inward to check the changes in his own energy and confirm the fusion of the holy stone energy with himself. A warm current slowly flowed through his body, filling his limbs and bones, making him feel stronger than ever before. He could clearly feel that the energy of the holy stone had completely merged with his own energy and was constantly strengthening his body. He clenched his fists, feeling the surging power in his body, and a barely perceptible smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. He felt that the energy in his body had exceeded the sum of the previous two energy fragments. According to the current power, he would definitely be able to defeat the mysterious man if he returned to the temple.

Bingying lay beside him, vigilantly observing the surrounding environment. Its golden pupils shone in the dim room, like two dazzling gems. It turned its ears from time to time to capture the surrounding movements to ensure Mark's safety. The room was very quiet, with only Mark's steady breathing and Bingying's occasional low roar. Outside the window, the night wind whistled, and the branches swayed, making a rustling sound. Occasionally, noises could be heard from afar, but they soon returned to calm.

After confirming that everything was fine, Mark got up and walked to the window to observe the movements in the holy city. He found that the guards of the Holy City were several times more than usual. They were wearing silver armor, holding long swords, patrolling the streets in a uniform pace and vigilant eyes. The patrol frequency was also more frequent than before, and a team of guards passed by almost every few minutes. The torches on the city wall were burning, illuminating the city wall and the busy soldiers under the city wall. They were reinforcing the city wall, moving supplies, and preparing for possible crises.

He realized that he was under close surveillance, and his eyes became deep. He was a little worried about Toby and Lily who came with him. He knocked on the window frame gently, making a rhythmic "tick-tick" sound, as if thinking about something. His eyes swept over the guards on the street and fell on the towering holy stone altar in the distance, and a hint of complex emotions flashed in his eyes.

Mark patted Bingying's head gently and whispered, "Bingying, I'm a little worried about Toby and Lily. Let's go find them." Bingying raised her head, staring at Mark with golden eyes, and whimpered softly, as if responding to his words.

On the street, the number of guards in the Holy City was more than that in the daytime. They were in groups of three, holding spears, and vigilantly patrolling the surrounding movements. Some guards even climbed onto the roof and looked down at the situation on the street. Mark noticed that some guards had a special device hanging around their waists, emitting weak energy fluctuations. He guessed that this was a detection device that could be used to detect the fluctuations of the energy of the holy stone. The houses on both sides of the street had their doors and windows closed tightly, and only a few lights shone through the gaps in the windows, adding a touch of weird atmosphere to the dark streets.

Mark walked to the window and took a last look at the street outside. Night had completely fallen, and the Holy City was shrouded in darkness. Only the torches in the hands of the patrolling guards emitted sporadic light, drawing moving rays of light in the darkness. He took a deep breath, opened the window, jumped out, and disappeared into the night. Bingying followed closely behind him, jumped out of the window silently, and merged into the darkness.