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The next moment, the steward's thoughts did not wander, instead, his figure moved and appeared behind Milton Cheney.
His hand rested on Milton Cheney's shoulder, sending a weak airflow from his hand into Milton Cheney's body.
This airflow wandered around inside Milton Cheney's body for a moment before suddenly disappearing.
During this time, Milton Cheney's expression did not change.
He still sat cross-legged in place, showing no resistance, as if he had predicted the steward's action all along.
"It seems there is a problem with this body of yours..."
The steward's brow furrowed as he spoke with confusion.
This did not align with what he had expected; he thought Milton Cheney was deliberately suppressing the enhancement of his realm.
But now, after inspecting Milton Cheney's body personally, he found that things were not as he had imagined.
