"Now, the Hell Black Chrysanthemum is no longer lit, Director Ding has confirmed it, and none of us have any marks on us anymore."
"Alright..."
Lin Xian pondered, the abnormal phenomenon always made him a little uneasy, but at this moment, the Joint Train quietly traveled through the snowstorm as if it was a fact.
Chen Sixuan also expressed some concern: "Actually, we also find it strange; the situation seems to have changed too quickly. If not for the marks being cleared, it would be hard to explain our current situation."
"Crack, crack... hello, Brother Lin."
At this moment, Lin Xian's communicator rang, and it was Shi Deyuan's voice: "Brother Lin, are you awake?"
Lin Xian rubbed his head: "Feeling better, what's the situation now?"
