The sounds coming from the cloud were something Han Sen had heard before. They were the same sounds that had accompanied Golden Growler's golden door.
No one knew what was beyond the golden door. Whatever was pulled inside it was dead, that much was certain. At least, no one was able to leave when pulled inside.
When Han Sen was standing before the golden door, he had heard a weird sound. It was like an ancient god was praying or reading the chants of the Buddha.
It was just that Han Sen had not entered the door. He stood outside the golden door and listened, but it was never something clear.
Now that he was trying to remember it, the sounds of the golden door were just like the sounds coming from the cloud. Han Sen just did not understand what the sounds meant.
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