In the conference room in the Core Area, the atmosphere was so oppressive it felt as though water could be wrung from it.
Cao Xianming of the Data Analyst Sequence sat on the left, with Mang Dabiao and Hu Xian'er opposite him, while the monk and the Taoist nun Ma Xiaotong sat on the right.
Yang Yong finished explaining the situation and fell silent for a few seconds.
Cao Xianming was the first to speak. "I used my Data Analyst Sequence abilities to analyze it."
He paused, fine beads of cold sweat seeping from his forehead.
"I couldn't analyze it."
"Even with Yang Yong tacitly allowing me to probe, those magical artifacts didn't leak any information. Instead..."
Cao Xianming swallowed. "Instead, there was a sense of malice that made me feel... they wanted to attack me too."
The moment he said that, the temperature in the conference room seemed to drop several degrees.
Mang Dabiao and Hu Xian'er exchanged a glance, neither saying a word.
Though they had inherited immortal traditions, the origins of the magical artifacts Yang Yong possessed were far too formidable-so formidable that they weren't even qualified to offer an opinion.
Yang Yong turned his gaze to the monk.
The monk came from Bitter Silence Temple, which had a profound heritage.
He pressed his palms together and invoked the Buddha's name.
"Amitabha Buddha."
"In this humble monk's opinion, Benefactor Yang's situation stems from a mismatch between his cultivation and his Curios."
The monk raised his head, his eyes grave.
"This humble monk saw everything clearly from the Shelter when Benefactor Yang used that great warship earlier."
"Even then, this humble monk vaguely felt something was wrong... and sure enough, the price has come due."
He paused, as though arranging his thoughts.
"That kind of power isn't something