Li Moxun's voice was very soft.
One hand rested on the back of the chair, his fingertips gently stroking the luxurious, Western-style seat.
"Understood, boss. I'll give it my all," Fingel replied softly, then stood up.
"Head out first. Just come back to see me tomorrow morning." Li Moxun paused, glanced at the door, then raised a hand and pushed open the window.
The building stood more than thirty stories tall, but Fingel paid the height no mind.
He planted one foot on the frame and stepped out through the window.
His hand shot upward, terrifying strength gathering in his palm. His fingers sank deep into the wall, and he sprang up, leaping straight to the rooftop before silently disappearing from sight.
The night passed quickly.
On a bed roughly three meters long, Li Moxun opened his eyes with a yawn.
His spiritual power constantly sensed his surroundings, and he could tell that quite a few pairs of eyes were watching them.
Aside from the faction that might belong to the Holy Spirit Cult, there were even more local organizations and homegrown powers.
There were even people from the Federation and Heaven Dou City's Spirit Pagoda. Of course, the Tang Sect had probably sent people to keep watch as well.
After all, their position was particularly important.
The agreement between the two parties might have escaped ordinary people's notice, but it could not be hidden from the Tang Sect or the Spirit Pagoda.
In every city, the local government maintained extremely close ties with the Spirit Pagoda. They could even be said to be bound together.
The Federation Government's inexplicable decision to welcome a new organization and let it establish an academy here would naturally draw intense scrutiny from the two major organizations.
Especially since the Blacksmith Association was involved