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An Cang gave a slight lift to the back of his hand, and Shi Zanxue said no more.
Both of them halted their steps at the same time, ahead of them, that vast estate lay like a massive beast in the night rain.
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Immortal Platform.
The fourth floor was equally silent and profound, a lamp flickering behind the window screen, casting a shadow as haunting as an owl's.
Pu Huaimeng stepped in from the darkness, his footsteps equally soundless.
Wudong merely lifted his gaze slightly, then closed it again and continued in silence, the room as still as a taut string.
It seemed that this Crane Inspector never needed rest. Every time Pu Huaimeng came in, he was only doing three things—reviewing, recording, and contemplating. Next to the desk, documents had piled into a small hill, but they were still meticulously organized, and the Crane Inspector, though past his fifties, had a weary look, but his sharp eyes never showed any delay.