Chapter 1442: Chapter 784 Chapter 1442: Chapter 784 The night was deep, and inside the airtight tent, the atmosphere was heavy and oppressive. The conversation between Logan and Bart Cloud was particularly clear in the silence.

“Bart Cloud, what specific reasons do you have for choosing the location where several sides converge?” Logan furrowed his brows, his face filled with confusion as he stared intently at Bart Cloud, attempting to find crucial clues from him.

Bart Cloud straightened his back slightly, his expression serious, as he spoke calmly and slowly, “Boss, think about it. Keeping Lowen Shingo imprisoned at a point where several sides converge is greatly beneficial to all parties involved.” He paused briefly, picked up the teacup on the table, took a sip to moisten his throat, and continued, “Each faction can arrange manpower to guard the place, which is like having multiple pairs of eyes watching. It’s not easy for Lowen Shingo to pass messages to others because there are guards everywhere, and any slight disturbance would be noticed. Moreover, all the factions don’t want Lowen Shingo to be taken away, as he holds key information, so they will do their utmost to ensure his safety. If something goes wrong, all the parties involved cannot escape responsibility, so no one dares to slack off.”

Logan nodded slightly, a trace of agreement flashing in his eyes as he unconsciously tapped his fingers on the table, deep in thought.

Seeing this, Bart Cloud’s tone became even more convinced, “Moreover, if an external enemy appears, since the major powers are close in distance, they can support each other at the first instance. This creates a situation where there is mutual restraint and cooperation, ensuring the security of the detention location. Therefore, overall, the junction of several sides is the most probable place for holding him.”

Logan stood up and paced back and forth inside the tent, continuously contemplating Bart Cloud’s words, trying to extract more useful information. His footsteps echoed in the quiet tent, each step seeming to land on a critical node in their rescue plan, while the mysterious detention location, like a treasure hidden in layers of fog, awaited their exploration.

Logan looked up, his gaze crossing the dim room and landing on Little White lying on the bed. Her figure appeared particularly frail under the weak candlelight, as if a gust of wind could disperse her. Little White’s face was still as cold as before, pale to the point of near transparency, as if her life was gradually slipping away. Logan’s heart tightened involuntarily, recalling the last time he saw her, her eyes carrying a complex emotion that was hard to describe. Now, she was just lying there quietly, as if cut off from the world.

“Speaking of which, before she left me, I saw that her eyes seemed to turn red. Do you know what’s going on?” Logan’s voice was low and hoarse, filled with unease and confusion. He shifted his gaze from Little White to the Peach Blossom Demon standing by. The Peach Blossom Demon wore a pale pink long dress adorned with delicate embroidery, which seemed ready to scatter into petals with her movements. Her long hair fell like a waterfall, the tips slightly curled, emitting a faint peach blossom fragrance.

The Peach Blossom Demon was stunned for a moment, her brows slightly furrowed, a trace of confusion flickering in her eyes. She gently raised her hand, drawing an arc in the air with her fingertips, as if pondering something. After a while, she shook her head, her voice soft yet uncertain, “I don’t know, I’ve never encountered such a thing.” Her gaze fell on Little White, worry evident in her eyes, “Why not ask her what the situation is when she wakes up?”

Logan nodded, yet his heart was still not at peace. He walked to the bedside, gently sat on the edge, and took hold of Little White’s cold hand. Her hand was delicate and soft, seemingly devoid of any strength. Logan’s fingertips trembled slightly as a surge of indescribable emotions welled up in him. He lowered his head, whispering softly, “Little White, what have you experienced? Why did your eyes turn red? What are you hiding?”

The atmosphere in the room became heavier, with only the candle flame flickering slightly, emitting soft crackling sounds. The Peach Blossom Demon stood by, quietly observing Logan and Little White, a complex expression flashing in her eyes. She sighed softly, walked to the window, and pushed it open. The night wind brought in a hint of coolness, lifting her long hair. The night sky outside the window was dotted with countless stars, as if numerous eyes were watching over this small room.

“Logan, what do you plan to do?” the Peach Blossom Demon’s voice broke the silence, her gaze still lingering on the starry sky outside, as if searching for some answer.

Logan looked up, glanced at the Peach Blossom Demon’s silhouette, then looked back at Little White, his mind filled with confusion. He shook his head, his voice low, “I don’t know… Little White can’t leave now; I plan to rest here for a while, and we’ll discuss it when she wakes up.”

The Peach Blossom Demon nodded, turned back to face him, her gaze tenderly on Logan, “That’s good, although it’s simple here, it’s still safe. You can rest assured. I will stay here to guard you both.”

Logan gratefully looked at the Peach Blossom Demon, feeling slightly more at ease. He stood up, walked to the window, and stood side by side with the Peach Blossom Demon. The night wind brushed against his face, bringing a hint of coolness. He raised his head to look at the starry sky, but his heart was still not calm. Why did Little White’s eyes turn red? What had she gone through? These questions revolved ceaselessly in his mind, like invisible threads entwining his thoughts.