"Absurd!"
Brant Fairbanks stood at the door, stupefied for a while before cursing in discontent.
By this time, Han Caldwell had already left.
Couldn't hear.
"Han Caldwell's attitude seems somewhat off." Tennyson Hawthorne, standing behind Brant Fairbanks, voiced his concern. "Could it be he's already realized our intentions?"
"Impossible." Brant Fairbanks waved his hand confidently, "Among those who came to Boulevard Mountain, how many don't harbor personal motives? Han Caldwell is a sly fox; he knows exactly how to behave. See through it, but don't expose it."
"That's good then." Tennyson Hawthorne still felt something was amiss.
But comforted by the dean's reassurance, his worries were dispelled.
"Later, go to Baylor Davenport's place, check on his health condition." Brant Fairbanks reached into his chest and pulled out a book.
A book with a black sheepskin cover.
Four words written on it.
"The Extraordinary Mirror of Heaven and Earth."
