With a creak, the door was pushed open, and then Zhou Zheng came out excitedly, planning to prepare the necessary items for the ritual.
At this moment, he happened to meet Zhao Ya standing not far away.
Zhao Ya looked at him with a calm expression.
A strange sense of panic inexplicably surfaced in Zhou Zheng's heart, as if he were a thief caught in the act.
However, this feeling was fleeting, and even Zhou Zheng himself didn't pay it much mind. He even nodded slightly at Zhao Ya before quickly leaving.
Watching his departing figure, Zhao Ya's eyes narrowed gradually.
Interesting, no wonder his gaze seemed so peculiar earlier; it turns out he's plotting against me.
At this moment, Shi Bolong maneuvered his wheelchair to Zhao Ya's side and said gravely, "Sir, how do you plan to deal with him?"
"Deal with what?" Zhao Ya turned to Shi Bolong and asked coldly.
"Uh... this person actually wants to refine you into a clone. Shouldn't...?"
