Langdon had only one orphanage, which was located in the suburbs of South Langdon. Crossing the bridge over the Taist River to the outskirts of the Lower District, one could see that white building next to the circular railway tracks.
Chen Ke had never personally visited the orphanage, but during his college years, he had participated in volunteer caregiving activities at a nursing home. He could never forget the sorrow and despair emanating from those elderly people.
As he stood in front of the orphanage's main gate, that familiar feeling of sadness and despair hit him full force. The old double wooden doors were tightly closed, and the entire building radiated a strange aura.
Chen Ke scanned the building with his Spiritual Vision, and dense human silhouettes filled his sight. A rough count from top to bottom of the four-story building estimated about sixty or seventy people.
