The Walken Clan had gone quiet by the time Zilton Walker finished reading the final report.
His private study held its particular stillness—the single window dark, the lamps burning at their steady level, and the desk covered in documents arriving from Magical City over eleven days through channels that did not appear in any official communication record.
He set the last page down.
Looked at it.
The spirit stone vein.
His scouts had spent three weeks on the Qi-fluctuation mapping. The technique was precise and slow—reading ambient spirit energy distribution across Magical City's southern district and back-calculating the source point from the concentrations it produced in surrounding structures.
The result arrived two days ago.
In the southern section, the Osborn clan is situated eight meters below the restricted building. It is certainly not a small vein.
