Although Song Que had given him hope, Tang Xian lacked telepathy—how could he know he was in danger?
The less time that remained, the more desperate he became. Yet now, the man in the mask looked somewhat disheveled, his mask scorched and twisted out of shape. But when he appeared, Liu Lang truly felt as if he had been given a shot of adrenaline.
Knowing Tang Xian's abilities, Liu Lang understood that seeing this man meant he had survived!
"I need to go meet up with my partner soon."
As he spoke, Tang Xian opened the prison door.
He then handed the portable teleportation rift to Liu Lang.
"You will be teleported to my base. I need to conduct an experiment, and I want you to stay there for seven days."
"The mining area? For seven days? I'll die."
"The rules of the mining area won't let a person die immediately, but indeed, you can't return through the teleportation rift on your own when this world expels you."
"What do you mean?" Liu Lang asked, confused.
