A landscape painting hung on the wall. The brushwork was average, but it was exquisitely framed. Xu Wuyi scanned the room. There was no one inside. He glanced at the computer screen. The screensaver was running, displaying an aerial photo of the sanatorium.
Xu Wuyi withdrew his hand, stood in place, and closed his eyes. The Power of Order spread silently outward with him at the center, instantly covering the entire main office building. The people in those offices, the people pacing back and forth in the corridors, the people holding meetings in the conference rooms—everyone's aura was clearly presented in his perception.
He carefully distinguished those auras, searching for the strongest one among them. Director Cheng Song, being able to serve as the person in charge of such a secret facility, had to be at least at the Martial Master Level. The aura of such a person would be much more obvious than that of an ordinary person.
