Dachang City, the top floor of the Paranormal Forum's headquarters building.
Before the expansive floor-to-ceiling windows, deep blue light rippled like water and vanished.
Lin Cheng and Yang Jian appeared out of thin air on the office's thick carpet.
Yang Jian steadied himself. The Ghost Eye on his forehead swiveled restlessly a few times before slowly closing and hiding beneath his skin.
He turned his head, his gaze fixed on Lin Cheng as he walked toward the desk. His hoarse voice rang through the spacious room.
"You know that Tall Male Corpse?"
In the corridor of the Caesar Hotel, the Tall Male Corpse, whose sheer terror had driven him to despair, had actually given up the Firewood Cleaver of his own accord after a single remark from Lin Cheng.
That completely overturned Yang Jian's understanding of supernatural rules.
Lin Cheng sat down in the broad leather chair, casually picked up a pen from the desk, and twirled it between his fingers. His tone was level.
"I went there a few years ago. Almost died inside."
Hearing that, Yang Jian's pupils abruptly contracted, and shock spread across his face.
"Even you almost died in there?"
Yang Jian knew all too well how powerful Lin Cheng was now.
Five supernatural entities in perfect balance, that unfathomable deep blue ghost domain, and the intangibility state that ignored every supernatural attack.
Even someone like him had faced a life-or-death crisis in that place?
Then Yang Jian's mind raced, and something immediately occurred to him.
He drew a deep breath and looked at Lin Cheng with a complicated expression.
"Earlier in the office, when I said I could wipe out a city in one minute, you smiled."
"That was because you knew how terrifying the Caesar Hotel was, wasn't it?"
Lin Cheng did not deny