"If bad news ceases to exist by not being spoken, then you can choose not to say it," Jiang Wang remarked.
Zhao Xuenyang covered his face with both hands and rubbed it roughly, "Alright then!"
At this moment, Jiang Wang still sat cross-legged atop the millstone-like massive boulder, while Zhao stood not far in front of it.
Perhaps it was due to their brief circuit outside the cave, but this abandoned and desolate Ancient Demon Cave seemed to have been infused with a hint of vitality.
The dead waters rippled ever so faintly.
Zhao Xuenyang preferred to interpret it as fluctuations in his own emotions.
He said, "Two days ago, an exceptionally talented junior fellow of mine went missing during his trial in the Lost World."
Jiang Wang furrowed his brow slightly, "In a place like the Lost World, isn't that a rather common occurrence?"
