The actor's mouth curled into a cold sneer, "Let him run, just let him go back to inform the people of Shura Hall. I believe after losing two Hall Masters and several elite members consecutively, Shura Hall will also have to settle down for a while!"
The man nodded slightly, then looked at the theater opposite, already engulfed in flames, and said regretfully.
"It's just a pity for this theater!"
The actor's eyes were illuminated by the blazing fire, and he said in a low tone, "There's no chance to come back again, so... let it burn!"
With that, he turned and left downstairs.
The man picked up his luggage, took one last look at the theater that had been reduced to ruins by the fire, and then left without looking back.
When the first ray of morning sunlight shone onto the bed through the gaps in the curtains, Xue An, who was already awake, lay on his side with his hand supporting his head, watching An Yan still sleeping soundly.
