Hundred Demons Forbidden, true nature perfected.
Wang Jixuan emerged from deep meditation, and the first sight that met his eyes was still Lingtong's room.
But it had been noticeably tidied up; the previously spilled dirty blood had all been cleaned.
His Spiritual Sense extended outward, finding the supply station quiet and peaceful.
Zhou Zhengde sat in a corner of the supply station, facing a few terminal monitors, a cup of steaming coffee at his side, currently speaking into a Communicator.
Wan Xiaoqi, now dressed in a short-sleeve shirt and overalls, was curled up on the sofa clutching her gaming console, the console's palm-sized screen reflecting on her little face, illuminating a few freckles.
Uncle Tai and Ms. Wan were likely out on a mission, and the two large mechanical dogs that were usually inside the supply station were nowhere to be seen.
Two new rooms had been added to the rear of the supply station.
