A constant stream of information bombarded Zhao Ci, making his head buzz.
First, the deadline for his work was moved up by half a year, a rush job that made his scalp tingle with stress.
Then, the text above that madman Zhang Da Yong's head began to refresh wildly.
On one hand, he wanted to orchestrate a "March Massacre," and on the other, he wanted to shove a Paradise Gu down his throat.
'Is he nuts?'
This so-called "March Massacre" had to be related to the opening of the War God Tower. But he couldn't figure out the exact connection. He had too little information. All he knew was that the madman had this idea, but there were no other clues. He couldn't even give his auntie a heads-up.
'And the Paradise Gu…'
'So that thing really exists in this world?'
'And Huangfu Song has it. But if he possesses something so heaven-defying, why hasn't there been any sign of it?'
'Even my auntie, his fellow believer and rival for many years, had no idea Huangfu Song had this thing.'
