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Iron Demon General Pang Lian and Yan Qian entered the interior of the Demon Suppression Tower.
It was still dark outside.
There weren't many people in the Demon Suppression Tower at this time, and the environment was complex, like a maze.
But for two cultivators of the Heavenly Deceit Realm, even the most complicated architecture was of no use against their sharp senses.
They encountered no obstacles on their way.
Even if they occasionally came across a pair of patrolling disciples or deacons,
they were always able to avoid them well in advance.
The two of them smoothly reached the fifth floor of the Demon Suppression Tower.
"A small place indeed is a small place, such lax defenses, it's almost like coming home," Pang Lian said with a low voice amidst the flickering torchlight. Seeing Yan Qian's serious expression and his implicit alertness, he couldn't help but offer a word of comfort to ease his tension.
