At the same time, at the other end of the chaotic sea of clouds, another team of challengers was quietly walking within the sea of clouds. Their footsteps on the stony floor issued a crisp sound, which continued to reverberate in this gloomy haze, as if they were walking in a sealed and suppressed hall.
"Wang Lu, don't you feel the atmosphere here is a bit repressing?"
Amidst the silence, Aya suddenly opened her mouth.
"The air is a bit repressed?" Wang Lu wrinkled his nose. "Are you trying to say that in the house of a dictator like Golden King, there's a lack of democracy and freedom?"
"I don't know what you're talking about…" Aya sighed. "I mean, in this place, it seems that the power of a profession is suppressed, moreover, it comes from the root principle, absolutely impossible to resist."
Wang Lu was surprised. "There's actually such a thing? I actually didn't notice it!"
