Silence.
Deathly silence!
The vast office was so quiet that a pin dropping would have been audible. Even the air seemed to freeze.
Zhou Sining's words reached everyone's ears.
No one was more terrified than Han Ji.
His face, which had still held the steadiness of a battle-hardened veteran, turned as white as paper. He stared fixedly at the expressionless Zhou Sining, his eyes practically bulging out of their sockets.
Yet Zhou Sining seemed oblivious to it all. Not a flicker of emotion crossed his face, as though he had known everything long ago.
"Do you know what you're saying?" Han Ji asked coldly.
At that moment, he would rather Zhou Sining retract everything he had said and tell him it was only a joke.
But Zhou Sining did not. He merely let out a weary breath, his voice so calm that it seemed stripped of all emotion.
"The Black Vatican has always been a bunch of demons who kill without batting an eye. If they've set their sights on Sha Yuan, then their goal isn't as simple as killing hundreds of thousands or even millions of people."
"What they truly want may be to destroy the entire Ancient Capital."
"But the Ancient Capital is so large, with so many people and so many mages. If all we faced were countless undead, whether Commander Level or Monarchs, there would still be a sliver of hope that we could hold out."
"But if it's an Emperor, even a god would have to think twice."
"Throughout history, the Ancient King's tomb has never been found. Don't you find that strange? Ever since historical records began, we've been able to use those records to find the tombs of practically every king, noble, general, and minister, except the Ancient King."
"So is it possible