Each massive statue in this Dark Hall was controlled by the consciousness of a senior elder. Sometimes they communicated in modern language, but at other times they conversed in ancient tongues long lost to the world, creating an aura of inscrutable profundity.
Chen Jing, however, knew they were merely a group of old-timers slumbering in hibernation chambers, the only difference being that some had survived for very long periods, witnessing countless dynastic changes with deep scholarly and experiential foundations. Yet, when it came to strength, they might not be all that remarkable.
After receiving reassurance from Extinction Master Tai, her emotions had stabilized significantly. As long as her feelings were not erased, she was able to accept some of the organization's arrangements.
After all, everything was for that man's sake.
Life was not easy, the bad woman sighed.
