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Bang!!
Zhou Duanyun walked out of the house and forcefully slammed the sliding door shut.
Following the huge collision sound, the flimsy sliding door rebounded halfway open...
Zhou Duanyun strode away in the courtyard, his footsteps gradually growing distant.
The humid evening breeze from Siguo Island blew in, making Ji Lin feel his clothes were somewhat thin.
He stood up, walked to the door, and slowly closed the sliding door.
Only then was the noisy wind blocked out, and the airflow in the house became gentle and quiet, leaving him alone, leaning against the wooden wall, eyes closed in contemplation.
Before he had contacted Gluttony just now.
He had been nearly 99% certain that Lin Xian was the one disturbing history.
Although there was no direct evidence, no irrefutable proof... a one-sided conclusion didn't require the strictness of a courtroom, it didn't need such rigorous evidence.
