The next morning.
William Hockner had worked efficiently, drawing up all the contracts already. Wen Xishu paid no attention to the details. He did not care.
He simply left the signing to the Academy Spirit.
Hockner knew very well the price of daring to swindle Wen Xishu in the Bunker, so he was quite sincere.
Wen Xishu himself accompanied Albert to the Bunker's highest level early that morning.
The Seventeenth Floor.
Evelyn and several other elders came with them.
William Gordon, Liu Zizai, Matthew Jones, and Luo Feng.
They too had heard that Mr. Jin had finally gone into seclusion and decided to tell everyone a few things, so they wanted to come along.
Wen Xishu was the most junior among them and seemed rather out of place-in theory, at least.
In reality, though, Albert and Wen Xishu were deep in lively conversation, excitedly working through all sorts of deductions together.
Evelyn could occasionally contribute a few words.
The other elders remained silent, like spectators.
Fortunately, there were few buildings on the Seventeenth Floor, and the group soon reached the entrance to Old Jin's Healing House.
This time, the door was open.
The light inside the Healing House was dim, but that posed no problem for a group whose levels had surpassed the Ninetieth Floor.
Albert led the way toward the back of the Healing House.
None of the furnishings or equipment inside had changed, and everything was spotless.
At the very back was a meditation room.
Several candles illuminated the room, and Mr. Jin's silhouette wavered slightly in their flickering light.
Mr. Jin was young.
Younger than Wen Xishu had imagined. No wonder his voice had sounded younger than Albert's that day.
Although Wen Xishu had not yet seen Mr. Jin's face head-on, he was seated off to one