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The air among the VIP seats froze for a breath.
A drop of clear liquid slipped soundlessly from the Jade Cup at Chu Tianshu's fingertips, soaking into his lapel without him noticing.
He stared at the towering purple-black vine shadow on the arena stage, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly. "Twin Martial Souls... Sealing Technique... So that's how it is... What a Young Mistress of the Chen Family..."
His gaze carried the sharp gleam of someone seeing through a hidden secret. "A monster like this really is worthy of a 'freak' like Chen Xiaojun..."
His elbow instinctively nudged the man beside him who shared his given name. "Old Zhou?!"
The man called "Old Zhou"—Zhou Tianshu—sat upright like a stone carving.
The muscles on his sallow face seemed cast from molten iron, without the slightest twitch.
Only his eyes, deep within, were like a cold pool icebound for a thousand years, smashed apart by an invisible giant pestle.
First came shock, cracks spreading like a spiderweb—Twin Martial Souls? A sealing technique?
What followed was rolling suspicion—among thousands upon thousands of files before this, there had not been the slightest sign?
A trace of the obscure gloom belonging to a top intelligence controller who had miscalculated quietly rose.
In the end, all the ripples settled, turning into two bottomless stares stuck to that vine shadow—probing, nothing but ice-cold probing.
Chu Tianshu withdrew his gaze, took a sip of cold tea, and pressed down the faint stirrings in his heart.
The Light Feather Crane Chu Family, one of the Ten Great Clans of Chang'an City, publicly dealt mainly in building a flood of information through the taverns and teahouses spread everywhere, aimed chiefly at the Southern Five Counties while extending