Five days later.
Gengzi District No. 9 Sky-Piercing Tower, Sixty-Fourth Floor.
Chen Mu sat before the floor-to-ceiling window and applied the Tier 5 True Hearing Technique to his ears.
Ignoring the occasional strange moans drifting over, he confirmed there was no danger nearby and said with a gratified expression, "They're all decent people."
"I should've moved straight to the sixty-fourth floor from the start. The sixty-third floor was still too close to the sixty-second."
"I wonder if it's over yet."
After handing the Dark-Faced Man over to Mo Wuzhou, Chen Mu had stayed out of the matter.
If he hadn't feared being caught the moment he went outside, and if the Sky-Piercing Tower hadn't been relatively safer, he would have fled long ago.
"I can't stay too close to the sixty-second floor. It'd be too easy to get caught in the fallout."
"But I can't stay too far from the sixty-second floor either. If I'm too far away, I won't benefit from Cold Moon Toad's protective aura."
"The sixty-fourth floor is just right."
After pricking up his ears and once again confirming that the surrounding rooms were safe, Chen Mu lowered his gaze to the floor before his meditation cushion.
Three items lay there.
A black leather pouch as thick as a wrist and as long as a forearm.
A Mustard Seed Talisman rolled up as thick as a carrot.
And a snow-white Fang the size of a thumb.
The first two had come from the Long-Armed Man. The Fang had been plucked from the Dark-Faced Man's neck.
"I didn't want this," Chen Mu sighed.
He liked working diligently and earning wealth and resources with his own two hands.
He greatly disliked getting something for nothing, because it deprived him of much of his sense of accomplishment.
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