"This is hardly the attitude of someone who wants to chat," Gao Ming didn't stop his stride and continued forward. "Did you summon them all to build up your courage?"
The manager of Hanhai could hear Gao Ming's heart, she knew there wasn't a trace of fear in Gao Ming at that moment. In fact, even if Gao Ming were facing certain death, he wouldn't feel fear, for death had long filled his heart.
"Hanhai is vast enough to accommodate us all," the foreign voice devoid of any emotion seemed to be hiding within the manager's body. "I won't compete with you for faith, and I can even help you fight those murderers who killed the Shadow World."
"Murderers of the Shadow World?" The Clay Sculpture had experienced the death of the world and knew many things.
"For those of you living in the dreams of Hanhai, they represent Fate," the manager's eyes were cat-like, her pupils cold and indifferent.
