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"": "Zhang Yunni entered Luo Bin's room.
Wen Ye narrowed his eyes slightly, keeping his gaze fixed on Luo Bin and watching his condition.
Wen Qing and Wen Chang both looked deeply conflicted.
"You two should go back into seclusion. The trip to Floating Tortoise Mountain wore you out," Wen Ye said again.
Neither said another word.
A few minutes later, Zhang Yunni emerged, his brows tightly knitted.
"He hasn't been anywhere except this courtyard, but all I found was a warding Small Banner, a Thirty-Two-Ring Compass, and some ordinary Fate-Suppressing Objects."
"But he was clearly lying."
"When I asked him about the inheritance, not a single word he said was true."
"He should have had an Inheritance Book with him."
"Yet there's no sign of it."
Zhang Yunni's expression was grim as he spoke.
"Search. Search every room thoroughly," Wen Ye ordered Wen Chang and Wen Qing.
The two stood rooted to the spot.
A trace of displeasure crossed Wen Ye's aged face. He flicked his sleeve. "You two can go into seclusion right now."
"Senior Brother, please reconsider." Wen Chang cupped his hands, while Wen Qing shook his head slightly, his eyes filled with disappointment.
The two left the courtyard.
Only after a very long time did Luo Bin wake.
His whole body hurt, as though not an inch of him had escaped injury.
Yet when he rolled up his sleeve, he found no wounds.
The pain in his chest was more distinct. Looking down and pulling open his clothes, he saw a scabbed wound.
The room was silent and empty.
Had the poison extraction worked?
Luo Bin raised his left hand and looked at his little finger and ring finger. His nails were still gray. Clearly, the poison remained deeply rooted