Five days later.
Geng District, Tower Nine, sixty-fourth floor.
Chen Mu sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, fitting a Fifth Rank Truthful Listening Talisman over his ears.
Ignoring the occasional strange groans and moans that came through, and after confirming there was no danger nearby, Chen Mu's face showed relief, "They're all decent people here."
"I should have moved to the sixty-fourth floor to begin with; the sixty-third floor is still too close to the sixty-second."
"I wonder if the matter has been resolved."
After handing over the dark-faced strong man to Mo Wuzhou, Chen Mu didn't meddle in the affair any further.
Had it not been for the fear of being caught outside, and the relative safety offered by the Tongtian Tower, he would have run away long ago.
"Can't be too close to the sixty-second floor; it's easy to get involved in trouble."
