Through an entire wall of floor-to-ceiling windows, gathering rain clouds were visible. The sky was gray, and before long, a fine drizzle began to fall again.
It lent the utterly quiet office a cold, oppressive air.
Han Ji sat in the main seat on the sofa, with Zhou Sining beside him and Zhang Xiaohou and He Yu directly opposite.
Zhang Xiaohou fell silent for a moment. "President Han Ji, can I really trust you?"
"If I were with the Black Vatican, your fate would have been sealed the moment you appeared before me," Han Ji replied.
"True." Zhang Xiaohou nodded. "Of all the Ancient Capital's senior officials, I hope you'll be the only one to know what I'm about to say."
Han Ji nodded, signaling for Zhang Xiaohou to continue.
Zhang Xiaohou glanced at Zhou Sining. Only after seeing him nod did he relax and begin revealing the secret in his mind.
"When we were sent out on our mission, we reached the area near Yangyang Village. Night fell, and we encountered an Ax-wielding Corpse General. Our teammate Jia Xi died, and we had no choice but to fight our way into Yangyang Village. Luckily, the villagers took us in, and the village chief, Fang Gu, gave us some gray garlic to keep us alive..."
"Afterward, we headed toward Hua Village, but before long, that Ax-wielding Corpse General caught up with us. Then, while we were running for our lives, the ground ahead suddenly collapsed..."
"It was Sha Yuan," Han Ji said with certainty.
"Yes..."
At the mention of Sha Yuan, Zhang Xiaohou shuddered violently. Terror rose from the depths of his soul and washed over him like a tide.
He swore that Sha Yuan was the most terrifying sight he had ever seen in his life!
An abyss with