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Meanwhile, Chen Mu's gaze fell on the last boy.
The boy looked about thirteen or fourteen. He was slightly taller than Chen Xiaojun, thin but exceptionally upright, with a solemn, composed air that seemed far beyond his age.
He had short gray-white hair like shards of ice, sticking up in a messy tangle. His skin was pale from long-term lack of sunlight, his features stern, his nose high-bridged, and his thin lips tightly pressed together.
Most striking were his eyes. His irises were a rare icy blue, and both his hands were encased in Soul Power Shackles that were clearly heavier and covered in more intricate runes.
Chen Mu said calmly, "What's your name? Why haven't you activated your martial soul?"
The boy did not answer. He merely swept his cold, emotionless gaze over everyone. There was no fear or ingratiation in his eyes, only bottomless indifference and detachment, like a lone wolf in captivity.
Chen Mu smiled. "You've got quite a personality."
Just then, the former Bone Excavation Group manager was brought over by the guards, trembling with fear.
The moment he saw Chen Xiaojun and the others, he immediately put on a fawning smile and bowed repeatedly. "Young Masters, honored sirs, what can I do for you?"
Chen Mu walked back and pointed at the gray-haired boy. "What's this kid's background? Why is he treated specially? What's his name?"
The manager hurriedly bowed and answered, "Replying to the Fifth Young Master, his name is Lin Dong. We don't know what he was originally called. We just gave him that name based on his appearance."
"Three years ago, he was acquired from a black market on the northern border. He was already ten at the time. He had awakened his martial