That night, several stubborn fools were convinced that their status was now high enough.
Whether they went missing or died, the governments behind them would never let the matter rest, and Lu Junzhuo could not afford to bear that responsibility.
So, right in front of them, Lu Junzhuo made matching Human Skin Masks based on their faces.
After showing them the masks, he arranged for a group of Mexicans to give them a bellyful of ink, successfully reforming them and teaching them to behave themselves.
After dealing with this bunch of people who did not even qualify as opponents, Lu Junzhuo boarded his private jet and rushed back to Antarctica, lest something go wrong there while he was away.
When he returned, Zhao Gaoshen and a group of mystical arts experts invited from China were all studying the secrets of that bronze door.
The door itself, along with the formations carved upon it, was simply too tempting for these mystical arts experts—as though it had opened the door to a whole new world.
What exactly lay beyond that door?
If it was another world, what kind of world would it be?
These mystical arts experts had long regarded fame and fortune as things outside themselves. This feeling of exploration was what they found truly irresistible.
Having reached the end of one path in life and found a new hope, the unknown ahead was enough to make them devote all their efforts to it.
"Old Zhao, did your Young Master Tang really go inside?"
One elderly man with a childlike face and white hair asked excitedly. His family had studied the Book of Changes for generations, and he himself was widely acknowledged as the foremost expert in this field among the mystical arts community.
A few years ago, after the higher-ups