Suddenly, that familiar voice appeared in the cold room, and the young swordsman was so scared that he almost sprang up from the sickbed, had it not been for the bespectacled man who pushed him back down.
He turned his head.
And quickly locked onto the source of the sound—the computer across from him.
The computer, which had been in sleep mode, was now on, the speakers emitting a static noise.
The room fell silent all at once.
Such silence was startling to the eyes and the heart.
The girl next to him had already quietly drawn her longbow.
It was the bespectacled man who first recovered from the initial panic, warily saying to the computer, "Sorry, senior, we have no intention of joining Boss Cai's ranks. We aspire to become Transcendents, and a gang is not our choice."
"Gang?" That hoarse and mysterious voice came through the speaker: "Do you think I am one of Cai Weiqian's men?"
The three, including the bespectacled man, were startled.
"Is it not so?"
