The door to the Quiet Chamber was shut tight.
"Quick! Quick, stop him! This is absolute nonsense!"
Councilor Wang's face was ashen. He was so anxious he was practically hopping on the spot, raising a hand to pound on the door.
If his technical experts saw a military elite performing what looked like an Evil Cult ritual inside the base, where would he ever show his face again?
"Wait."
Chen Beixuan grabbed his hand, his brow tightly furrowed. He closed his eyes, and an invisible stream of Spiritual Power silently passed through the thick, soundproof door.
Inside the Quiet Chamber, the scene was laid bare before him.
The young Pilot, Wang Rui, sat cross-legged, his face as pale as paper and his aura weak. He had clearly lost too much blood.
But there wasn't the slightest trace of sinister energy around him. Instead, a current of pure True Qi was slowly circulating, nourishing his body.
Han Feng sat opposite him, his expression calm and his eyes slightly closed.
