Just as Xia Pingan was fusing with the realm Pearl in the lounge, the man wearing the Iron Mask in the room outside Xia Pingan's office had been sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed. He did not speak or move, just like a statue.
This man could feel that Xia Pingan was fusing with the realm Pearl in the resting room.
Just now, when Xia Pingan finished integrating with Gan Luo's realm Pearl, this man felt the fluctuation of divine power from Xia Pingan's body. He opened his eyes and glanced at the room before closing them again.
It was still raining outside. The Donggang Inspection Office was brightly lit, and the night in Shangjing gradually deepened.
Thinking about how Xia Pingan was fusing with the realm Pearl in the room next door, the iron-faced man's heart was not calm. There was an inexplicable restlessness.
