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Geng District Number 9, Tongtian Tower, the sixty-third floor, Chen Mu's room.
The white walls radiated a warm luster, clearly not jade or stone, but some kind of bone or keratin.
The corners were rounded, not like they were pieced together but rather as if they were one whole.
Chen Mu took a meditation cushion out of the Five Ghosts Bag and placed it in front of the large floor-to-ceiling window, then sat down cross-legged and looked down over the entire Water Mansion.
The glittering ceiling of the sky, the yellow and white Tongtian Tower, the wide crisscrossing streets, the bustling crowd, and the occasional streaks of light and various flying kites that cut across the sky.
"What a wondrous world."
Watching a streak of emerald light zip over his head and straight into the distant Jinzhu Dojo.
Chen Mu's face showed envy, "Although flying kites can also fly, compared to this Flying Escape Technique, they still lack a bit of flair."
