"So, that's how it is."
Xuan mumbled to himself while seated at the computer, where a series of peculiar numbers flashed on the screen. These numbers, chaotic and seemingly random, resembled the disordered digits Xuan had left for Hong Lu. To anyone else, they appeared nonsensical, lacking any discernible pattern, but Xuan seemed to grasp their meaning.
"What does it mean? What's going on?" Zheng asked curiously.
After pondering for a while, Xuan finally responded, "Were there any survivors from Team South Flame? What happened to their bodies?"
"Alas, there are no survivors left. Team South Flame's strength doesn't seem to have increased much. They were completely wiped out by those two, and some died quite horribly," Zheng sighed.
"So, their bodies are still there?" Xuan furrowed his brows, thinking for a moment before saying, "I can share with you what I know, but there's a dangerous premise?"
