Creak!
An iron door was pushed open, revealing a tiny room of roughly twenty square meters. Its furnishings were simple: a bed, a desk, a chair, and a bookcase. Beyond that, there was nothing else.
It was already afternoon. Sunlight, tinged with the dusk, slipped through a gap in the curtains, casting a single beam of evening light across the floor and making the room seem all the more desolate.
Wang Qingyun stepped into the room softly. Seeing its layout, she naturally pictured a lonely youth.
Because of the earlier demon god incident, all the students in the school had been sent for psychological counseling. Yet in society at large, the matter had not caused the slightest ripple.
As for her, because of her special identity and because she had personally experienced the incident, she had faced many inquiries, but no one had made things difficult for her.
In fact, given how she had performed during the incident, even the investigators involved did not dare give her a hard time.
Even regarding everything related to the demon god, the authorities had not personally delved too deeply into it. Instead, they had handed the choice over to her—the person who, on the surface, had a slight connection with the demon god.
After all, based on many people's accounts, Wang Qingyun had clashed with Sun Yuan in order to protect Zhao Cheng, who had been pretending to be ordinary.
Worlds where official institutions were generally low in intelligence were, in the end, only a minority. In most places, people still had their wits about them.
Thus, though humanity's upper ranks were intensely curious about the demon god, they restrained themselves. Rather than throwing their weight around and doing as they pleased, they chose to replace their investigators after uncovering many details.
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