65 Indifference (1/2)

Dean was sure that he had never seen the receptionist before in his life but guessed that she thought he was like that other student.

Wanting to find Leonard he didn't explain with words but just gave the note to the receptionist.

She was ready to scold the student if he forgot anything important within the building but he suddenly handed her a note.

Taking it, her eyes widened when she read the number code while the room number at the bottom allowed her to understand the student's visit.

Giving a meaningful glance towards Dean, she walked away after giving back the note.

”Follow me.”

Dean was confused why the receptionist was coming off as mysterious but shrugged it off.

Going deeper into the building, there felt a sinister aura that was filled with depressing thoughts, reminding one negative thoughts.

After a little research, Dean would guess that the building was secretly holding a cultivation array for cultivators that need this type of energy.

Connecting the dots one by one, he realized that Leonard had never told him what cultivation technique he was cultivating.

The one thing Dean was sure of was that Leonard was capable of using water magic.

Since Leonard originated from a powerful family with a long history then one factor that could connect all of this together was the lost arts of Taoism.

A common representation of Taoism was the usage of the Yin and Yang sign.

Yang represented sun, positive, man, fire, etc while Yin represented moon, negative, woman, water, etc.

Another fact that Dean remembered was that Leonard himself had yet to use the new pills he had cultivated.

He mentioned that the pill would allow one to reach the True Essence realm.

Sighing, Dean felt that all his worry was pointless after finally concluding that Leonard was probably fine.

They crossed through a bunch of corridors as well as traveled up flights of stairs.

Dean was tempted to ask the receptionist how close they were to the location however she suddenly stopped in front of a metal door.

”Here is the room.”

She took a key out of her pocket and opened the door to reveal a dimly lit room and multiple metallic tables in rows.

Dean;s eyes constricted when he saw what was on top of the tables but sensing how there was a subtle fluctuation of Mana, he tried to brush it off as a weird meditation technique.

On most of the tables were white blankets that cloaked the outline of a human body, resting atop the cold.

Going to the furthest table, the receptionist made sure to check a clipboard hanging off the table and nodded.

Lifting up the table she said to Dean.

”Is this who you were looking for?”

Underneath laid Leonard.

His hair was in a disorderly mess like a straw broom; hands dyed in black like a beautiful onyx.

White, pale skin; burnt skin and grim eyes.

Was this really Leonard?

Dean's hopes shattered into disappointment and felt like the whole thing was just a roller coaster.