Taiyi Communication Institute.
The sorcerers at the Communication Institute were busier than usual today. Quite a few stood below Tianyuan Number Mountain, watching the changes above and recording them.
Zou Qian sat at the back of the crowd. A fierce tiger pelt covered the long chair, and he lounged on it as if he were a big tiger, full and content, calmly surveying his territory.
Compared with Zou Qian, the other sorcerers at the Communication Institute looked far less relaxed.
Zou Qian swung a wine gourd in his hand. Sorcerers from the Communication Institute came over now and then to report to him, but he kept his eyes on Tianyuan Number Mountain.
Tianyuan Number Mountain handled positioning. One face of Triangle Number Mountain was covered in red monitoring points.
Taiyi students sent out on missions had to carry the Academy's Listening Wind Ruler. Red dots crowded the plane of Golden Number Mountain, scattered across the outer city.
During this blood-testing operation in the outer city, the Communication Institute was monitoring everyone, from Taiyi Instructors to students.
Wei Xizhen emerged from the shadows and stopped beside the chair, gazing at Tianyuan Number Mountain in silence.
Zou Qian tipped his head back for a drink, then said to the densely packed face of the mountain, "Every point has its own Secret Text. None are repeated, and each Secret Text represents all its owner's information."
"I know," Wei Xizhen replied evenly.
Lying back in his chair, Zou Qian gazed up at him. "How many have you memorized?"
"All the ones I needed to remember."
"Looks like you already have someone in mind." Zou Qian grinned. "Care to share?"
Wei Xizhen kept watching the mountain. He didn't turn around or answer, but asked in return, "Do you think this is a good idea?"
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