Ye Qing reflected on Song Qian's words, thinking of the human specimens in the proportions of gold that she and Jiang Yan had seen in the warehouse on the 31st floor, her brow furrowed ever so slightly.
"Metal, wood, water, fire, earth? Isn't that a bit too mystical?!" Su Dai's expression became stunned, and her previous despair was suddenly pulled back.
She had wanted to continue questioning, but seeing that her husband and the others, including Jiang Yan, didn't react much, she forcibly held back her words.
Looking around at the dilapidated surroundings, Su Dai's eyes momentarily stilled.
Interactions between people most dread shallow acquaintance, yet deep conversation.
The explosive information tossed by the other party seemed to contain elements of a conspiracy.
But at this moment, what mattered a conspiracy or an overt plan?
Whether or not they would see tomorrow's sun was unknown.
Their current primary goal was just to stay alive.
