A real, living person had vanished into thin air right before our eyes.
And the ones holding him at the time had been the strongest guards in the manor, including Zhuangzi, leader of the Twelve Earthly Branches.
The Twelve Earthly Branches and Ten Heavenly Stems represented the absolute ceiling of Little Barren Island's combat strength.
In Zhuangzi's own words, their strength was enough to sweep through all the islands of Phantom Sea.
Yet now, they had suffered a setback at the hands of a stranger whose origins even they could not trace.
"He should be one of the Great Barren Tribe People," Zhuangzi said.
I nodded slightly. "Did you hear what he said to me? He told me and everyone affiliated with the manor to leave Phantom Sea within seventy-two hours. He warned me that if we had not left by then, we would not need to leave anymore. What he meant was that if we stayed, we would die on the island."
"Isn't he being far too arrogant? Even if he really is one of the Great Barren Tribe People, he shouldn't look down on the manor's strength like this. Even if we can't beat them, we won't let them off easy." Zhuangzi had clearly lost the confidence he had before. He had been extremely self-assured until now.
When I returned to the lobby of Building Number One, the Doctor and Jiang Ziyan asked me about my conversation with that man.
After I finished, both of them fell silent.
Zhuangzi grabbed Zhong Wuqi by the collar. "Zhong Wuqi, what exactly is going on with the Great Barren Remnants?"
Zhong Wuqi seemed frightened by the sudden move. He cried out and struggled desperately.
Zhuangzi said coldly, "At a time like this, you're still refusing to talk?"
Zhong Wuqi curled into