"What's the point of just seeing a broken bead? There are so many people wearing beads!" The elder couldn't help it, his face almost turned as black as the bottom of a pot.
The headmaster paused tapping the armrest of the chair with his knuckles. The whole hall suddenly lost the rhythmic tapping sound, and it seemed even more depressing: "A circle of black beads wrapped around the hand..." He repeated softly, with no expression on his face. It was hard to tell whether he had thought of anything or not.
After a while, he spoke again: "Can't you find anyone in the city now?"
The disciple stammered, "The man in black disturbed the situation and alerted the enemy. Those who were not found probably went into hiding temporarily. I guess..."
"Yes." The head of the sect waved his hand and said, "You can go down."
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