To be honest, Wang Sichong was utterly dumbfounded at that moment.
Couldn't he show a little modesty?
Shen Bing glanced at him and asked with a smile, "Your Yida Company isn't planning to expand its real estate business into virtual reality games, is it?"
Wang Sichong looked positively starry-eyed. "Why not?"
"We can discuss that later," Shen Bing said. "Never mind whether we can develop that technology—even if we did, the near future wouldn't be the best time to launch a game like that."
Shen Bing had expected Wang Sichong to look disappointed, but the man was still smiling. "That's fine. We're both young, so I can wait! Honestly, there are plenty of business opportunities in other fields, but entertainment is the only one I'm passionate about. Games fall under that broader umbrella, too. Whether or not we collaborate on that in the future, Mr. Shen, I still hope you'll consider the W-X theater partnership I just proposed."
Shen Bing smiled faintly and was about to refuse again when a window suddenly popped up on the Gate to the Immortal Realm phone beside him.
He no longer had time to talk to Wang Sichong. "One moment!"
Then he picked up the phone.
A dialogue box appeared on the screen. In a place where not even a ghost could be seen, Little Nine was the only one who could speak.
"Master, the source is just ahead!"
Once Shen Bing finished reading, the dialogue box vanished, revealing the full scene on the screen.
What sort of scene was it?
Before him stretched a boundless sea. But while an ordinary sea held blue water, this one held countless skeletal remains.
Those densely packed, pitch-black bones were enough to chill anyone to the core.
Wang Sichong stared blankly at Shen Bing, who had suddenly