To tell the truth, when he saw those nine characters, the first thing Yang Xiao thought of was the old man selling candied haw outside the apartment.
The evil cultivator in that room no longer belonged to the category of disrespecting the old; it was known as causing calamity to the world, something everyone had a duty to eliminate.
With Mr. Wen's reminder, Yang Xiao stood in the storage room, his back to the large mirror, closed his eyes, and needed to calm himself down, clearing his mind of distractions.
It was also heavily stressed by Mr. Wen that opportunities were rare—determined to achieve success in one battle, Yang Xiao began to breathe deeply, waiting for the optimal moment to arrive.
He was waiting for after midnight, when Tong Han would also make her move.
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At 11:57 p.m., Tong Han appeared in front of the elevator on the third floor, and at that moment, it was as if the elevator knew someone was coming; it stopped right at the third floor.