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"Shut up, you may leave if there's nothing else."
Gongyang Liancheng made a deep bow, his hands hanging by his side, and slowly retreated out of the room.
Inside the tea room, the fragrance of tea lingered.
It remained as serene as usual.
The Deputy Inspector rubbed the statue with his fingers, and in a trance, he seemed to see a figure raising the red silk, stirring the vast sea...
"Recommended by Li Qingshan..."
"Such talent, and yet he was not sent to the Divine Sect but to the Qintian Observatory to become a Guest Elder... For what reason? In another five years... it will be time for the strange calamities to form due to the commotion at the Fury of the Four Imperials in the Temple of the Third Prince..."
"The Corpse God Cult..."
"Troublesome times indeed."
The Deputy Inspector withdrew his hand from the statue and closed his eyes, massaging his temples.
Suddenly, his fingers paused and his narrow eyes snapped open.
