Sir Ares, Goodnight

It stuck out like a sore thumb.

Jay walked toward it, reached out, and knocked on the gypsum wood. The knocking sound echoed from its hollow interior. Jay forcefully pushed against it and the gypsum wood slid to the side.

There was another layer of the wall, but it was sealed up with phoebe zhennan wood, so it looked very sturdy.

Between the inner and outer layers of the wall was a path. It was pitch-black inside.

Jay turned on the torch on his phone and went inside to walk along the path. He saw that the path was made up of steps like a stairway, each step no wider than thirty centimeters. A normal person would not be able to go through it.

Jay's face paled a little. The strands of hair in his hand burned like they would consume him in its flames.

Tempest found the chestnut-colored hair in that path. Could it be that she lived there?

Could she be considered a normal person, then?

"Mr. President." Tempest's voice rang out of nowhere.

Jay slowly turned around.

Tempest watched as the president shook and

lips pale. He was worried

grabbed Tempest's arms anxiously. "When

but when he saw the strands of

help you save her,"

poured him a glass of hot water. "Mr. President, have some water to

took the glass and necked

his excessive lack of sleep recently, hence a few symptoms had manifested. He did not want to think any more

ached a little. Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ (ꜰind)ɴʘvel.nᴇt

the path, his eyes glowing with brilliance. He stuck his head into the narrow path, shrunk his body, and wiggled his way

a long path. Tempest maintained his composure and finally arrived at a wider space. He stretched his

was only darkness as far as his vision could see, but his instincts told him that there were people

It was also because of this move that his

wore a veil and only his

man had the strength of a bull. He grabbed Tempest

"Move."

the mysterious place around him. His eyes glanced toward a woman in

stunned. That woman