After receiving Wu Heng's instructions, Naoko turned into a silver thread and left the room. The dim room immediately fell into silence.
Wu Heng sat quietly before the worn blackwood table, lightly tapping it with his fingers as he pondered and sensed everything around him.
He could sense nearly three hundred strands of black qi throughout the enormous apartment building, some strong and some weak.
They all originated from deep underground, where there was a crack connected to an unknown place.
Wu Heng was seventy percent certain that it most likely led to Satan's lair.
Satan.
He silently recited the name in his heart. This was a figure who had appeared in scriptures across many worlds.
Yet now he had truly appeared in reality—and had become Wu Heng's enemy.
The name alone was enough to warrant his utmost attention.
Wu Heng, deep in thought, suddenly stopped moving. He turned to look at the faded metal door, a cold smile appearing at the corner of his lips.
"Rahmat, are you back? Hey, are you in there? It's me, Nur." The old woman's hoarse voice came from beyond the door, accompanied by knocking.
"My son told me you were back. I know you're home."
Before the old woman could finish, the door opened with a click, choking off the rest of her words.
She had not expected Wu Heng to open the door so easily. She had come to see him many times before, only to be refused every time, turned away with all sorts of excuses because he had been unwilling to speak with her.
But she knew this young man was kind. As long as she pestered him relentlessly, he would never truly refuse her.
After all, he was a good person.
"What is it? It's already nightfall," Wu Heng