Leaving a Message

"Qisha." A deep male voice suddenly rang out in the hall.

"I never expected that, in the end, you would still betray us."

The voice was calm, as though everything was already under control.

"General Klin?" Qisha stopped moving and raised his head toward the speaker where the voice had come from.

"There was never any loyalty to begin with. Where would betrayal come from?" His expression was calm, without the slightest wavering in his eyes.

"What a pity." Klin sighed softly. "We spent enormous resources and energy before finally creating you. Yet the result is still the same as before."

While Qisha spoke with that man, Wei He no longer looked at the black hawk. Instead, his gaze fell upon the round Black Gate.

He could now confirm that the black hawk was not Eldest Senior Sister's true body either, but merely something akin to a cell-cultured body of hers.

It was simply closer to Eldest Senior Sister than Qisha was.

But even that was still not enough.

He slowly walked to the gate and examined the constantly rotating door at close range.

The black smoke churning within seemed alive, constantly trying to surge toward this side.

A thumping sound like a heartbeat drifted intermittently from within the black smoke, appearing and vanishing.

Wei He noticed words engraved on either side of the gate. They were written in ancient script from the previous dynasty during the Great Yuan era.

'Sever the tail, to serve as a marker.'

'A place of intersection, perception distorted.'

The two lines were positioned left and right. The writing on the left had a delicate, feminine style.

The writing on the right, meanwhile, was neater, as though stamped by some standardized machine.

"Sever the tail?" Wei He narrowed his eyes and turned to look at