Ruo Jinghong asked curiously, "What secret?"
Wang Quan sighed. "Ring No. 95, City No. 95, No. 95 Courtyard-even the maximum number of many buildings constructed inside the courtyard is ninety-five."
Ruo Jinghong blinked. "So... what exactly is the secret behind this ninety-five?"
Wang Quan sighed. "City No. 95 is a place every military force must fight over, and No. 95 Courtyard is an important node within City No. 95!"
"So..."
Ruo Jinghong blinked. "So, you're scared?"
Wang Quan fell silent.
Pfft!
Ruo Jinghong laughed. "What's there to be afraid of?"
"Whether it's rebels or some struggle between the old and new Ghost Emperors, it has nothing to do with us!"
"Our foundations are in the Real World."
"Our main task is still opening up the Far Western Land."
"Though the Underworld is important, it isn't somewhere we can call home."
"If we run into danger, we'll run when we need to."
"Even if the sky falls in the Underworld, it has nothing to do with us!"
"Besides, haven't you noticed? That courtyard serving as a marker was reduced to ruins, but the beacon in the Real World still exists!"
"So... however special Grand Residence No. 95 might be, it has nothing to do with us!"
Ruo Jinghong felt a clear sense of detachment from the Underworld.
She did not care at all what this place would ultimately become.
She cared only about her authority over the Far West.
Hearing this, Wang Quan looked thoughtful. "All right, I understand what you mean!"
Ruo Jinghong blinked. "As long as you understand!"
"This Underworld really has nothing to do with us!"
Wang Quan nodded.
The two then discussed the mysteries of Grand Residence No. 95.
Wang Quan spoke, and Ruo Jinghong listened.
When he finished, Ruo Jinghong helped him devise plans, discussing how