One month later, in front of the well at Black Soil District.

It was nearing midnight, and twenty to thirty people dressed in gray-white robes were gathered around the well. There were men and women of various ages, each holding a torch. All stood silently, not uttering a word.

Around them, over a hundred onlookers of different ages and attire whispered among themselves, watching the scene unfold.

Before long, Hu Ji, dressed in a luminous white robe, emerged from the shadows. He did not carry a torch, yet his robe emitted a soft glow, illuminating the surroundings.