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Wang Hao swaggered away from the Dongfang family's abode and found a place to stay in Capital City. Afterward, he made a call back to Xisha Country to inquire about the latest developments. Only after receiving the news did his mind settle somewhat.
Then, he began to cultivate the You Ming Underworld Finger, a process that was incredibly monotonous and excruciatingly painful.
Each time he compressed the poison into his fingertips from his arms, the agony made Wang Hao grit his teeth and grimace.
Inside a secret chamber of the Dongfang family:
Dongfang Wuheng sat on a meditation cushion, eyes closed and deep in thought.
A stone gate on the wall of the secret chamber opened, and Dongfang Sheng entered with a gloomy expression on his face.
"Father!"
Hearing the noise, Dongfang Wuheng quickly rose to his feet and called out.
