7:00 PM.
After work, Wang Jian bade farewell to Feng Mu with a worried look, turning back repeatedly, afraid that this farewell would be their last goodbye.
Feng Mu waved goodbye to Wang Jian and walked back to the crematorium.
After burning the Calamity Corpses, the room where the furnace was closed still retained a strange meaty aroma that could stimulate one's appetite.
Feng Mu took out an Iron Ball from his pocket, crushed it into powder, and swallowed it.
Outside, the tail lights of Upper City were still on; it was rush hour, and the crematorium's temperature was just right, not too cold or hot, perfect for lingering a bit to practice Body Forging Exercise.
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Feng Mu focused entirely on practicing the Body Forging Exercise, thoroughly absorbed.
Time passed unnoticed, and the two tufts of hair at the crematorium entrance fluttered in the cold wind.
Red Hair: "Why hasn't that kid come out yet? He hasn't run off early, has he?"
