The Mourner's gray hair flowed bright red, eyes shut tightly, as time reversed at this moment, cracked ground rapidly closed, crystal shards scattered on the ground flew up, mending the cracks on the surface of the prism, except for the two unaffected.
In the blink of an eye, everything returned to its original state.
"I don't have time to play riddles with you." Deep White Midnight brushed off the hand on his shoulder.
"Someone told me, the Dark Gold Rose, she's in a certain Nest City under Cosmic Heavy Industries. I think, as the BOSS of Cosmic Heavy Industries, you wouldn't be unaware of this, right?"
"I'm really sorry." Deep White Midnight glanced at Gloomy Blue Tide's face full of desire and expectation, "There are so many company affairs every day that I can't handle. A Nest City has a resident population of several billion, how could I pay attention to one person's whereabouts."
