"Thanks, Bro," Faron said feebly before beginning to meditate.
Wilbur watched over him silently.
The cultivation method Wilbur had channeled into Faron was his own Dragon's Chant, but Faron would not be able to reach Wilbur's level without the Dragonsoul.
Yet this meant that Faron had taken a step into the world of cultivation and was officially a cultivator. What he could achieve in the future would depend on himself.
…
Over at the police station, Elsa sat behind her desk in her office with her brows tightly furrowed.
Remy had confessed to everything after an afternoon of tense interrogation.
All the men and women who took part in Remy's shows had been forced into doing so by Remy himself, who had also drugged them to perform under its influence.
They had also tracked the message Remy had sent out on a computer, and it led to one of the higher-ups of Seechertown.
Just as Elsa had put out a warrant for this person's arrest, he had already run away.
That was alright, though. His escape was enough to prove his guilt, and he would be detained sooner or later with a warrant out for his arrest.
It was the drug used throughout Remy's crimes that Elsa was worried about.
This type of drug was able to numb its user's senses and suppress their sense of fatigue. They would be energetic and excitable all the time without needing any rest, and prolonged consumption of the drug would lead to death by organ failure within two to three years.
Remy had also confessed where the drugs came from, and Elsa had already ordered some people on her team to go after the source.
Yet Remy said that whoever supplied the drugs to him was highly skilled and powerful, with superhuman levels of strength.
"Come in," Elsa said.
A stern-looking man in his thirties walked in. He was wearing training clothes and had a black briefcase in his hand.
The man said coldly, "Ryder Litwing, from the Department of Paranormal Research and Defense. I'm here to assist with the ongoing investigation."
"Hello and welcome! Please have a seat!" Elsa hurried to greet Ryder, getting him a glass of water and putting it in front of him.
Wilbur stopped short upon hearing the department's name.
A department like this existed? There really was a department for anything in the country these days, huh?
Ryder pushed the glass of water to the side icily. "Let's begin, Chief Janae. I need to go back before tomorrow morning."
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