Chaochao nodded. She had been exposed to certain things and wanted to know the truth.
And if she could help her benefactor in the process, that would be even better.
This world was vast and boundless, hiding many secrets—like why the underworld had vanished.
And why the soul bodies of the dead were all dazed and bereft of their memories.
These mysteries were intimately connected to the mist that had appeared in the Mortal World.
But they knew little for now; answers would only come after they gained control of this world.
Chaochao knew all of this as well.
"By my calculations, my unfilial son should be sending the battleship down sometime in the next few days."
"Marshal! Bad news! We have enemy contact!"
Suddenly, someone came sprinting from the distance, shouting about an enemy attack.
Mr. Zhang's expression turned grim. Chaochao, however, leaped into the air and vanished into the distance.
