First came the sound of a sharp blade piercing flesh, followed by a scream, then a thud. The colleague who had spent all of yesterday chatting with him now lay on the ground, barely breathing.
Tang Ziran watched everything before him, gripping a chair he had grabbed at hand, waiting in despair for what would happen next.
When Tang Ziran and his wife, Lang Yue, first arrived here, they had already noticed that things were not as simple as they had imagined. They had thought they were merely going to a secluded location to conduct research.
But once he, his wife, and the others accompanying them arrived at this underground laboratory, he immediately realized something was wrong: the strange research projects, the closely monitored working environment, and even the calls to family and friends arranged at regular intervals to reassure the researchers were conducted under the supervision of these "security" personnel.
So, after seeing all this, Tang Ziran and his wife, Lang Yue, chose not to call Tang Wulin. They only told Mang Tian, asking him to wait until Tang Wulin reached seven rings before telling him the truth.
To be honest, Tang Ziran had not held out much hope for this. Although Tang Wulin had been diligent since childhood and worked very hard at his cultivation, his level-three innate soul power and Blue Silver Grass martial soul made it clear to both Tang Ziran and Lang Yue that the ceiling of his future achievements would only be a Seven-Ring Soul Sage.
Besides, by their reckoning, Tang Wulin was only in his twenties now, still a long way from reaching Soul Saint cultivation. At that thought, a bitter smile appeared on Tang Ziran's face. In the hurried blink of an eye, he and Lang Yue had already spent more than