This was a park.
An elderly woman with white hair, trembling, made her way to a bench and sat down.
On the bench, a young man was sitting.
The young man's eyes were strange, his pupils gray and cloudy like cataracts.
And his gaze was unfocused, as if he were blind.
"Director Feng, I have some important news to tell you."
The elderly lady spoke at this moment, yet a man's voice emerged.
The man's gaze remained unchanged.
"People from the Demons Department went to Blue Island."
Upon hearing this, the young man finally started to speak, "How is the host of the Devil's Eye doing?"
"He is in a rather dangerous environment."
"Dean Han," the young man said to the elderly woman, "The Devil's Eye can't be compromised."
"Director Kreel from the Demons Department probably doesn't share the same thoughts as your Curse Objects Center."
On the lawn ahead in the park, there were still many people playing.
"Dean Han."
