Han Sen's face had turned utterly grim.
The landline screen flickered at that moment.
Han Sen waved his hand.
Xing Tian's avatar went dark.
As Han Sen answered the call, Councilor Cui Min's aged face, marked by the years, appeared on the screen.
"Elder Cui, he might…" Han Sen said with regret, "It's a pity I was still one step too late."
"Such a pity indeed," Councilor Cui Min sighed slowly, "It seems that his return from the Western Continent with his life was purely a coincidence."
"We have lost an S-level genius," Han Sen said in a grave voice, "If we had not sent him there, he would not have died."
"Only those who survive have the qualification to become an S-level human seed," Councilor Cui Min's voice did not change. He lifted his head, his gaze slowly fixing on Han Sen in the screen, expressionlessly saying, "Han Sen, you're losing your composure."
