"Guardian!"
Facing the rain, Chu Yunsheng shouted in a sorrowful voice.
He had been contacting the Guardian every day, but he failed to get a response from it every time. He just wanted to leave this place as soon as possible now.
In the heavy rain, a bolt of lightning suddenly appeared in the sky. It instantly split opened the clouds and formed a net of lightning above the yacht. The blazing high temperature vaporized the raindrops, causing a dark gray mist to surround the yacht, making the yacht look like it was sailing into a quiet ghost domain.
Then there was a tired and deep voice coming from the mist.
"Come with me, I will show you something."
From the mist, a figure gradually emerged, dressed in a straight but futuristic style uniform. But the figure was not real, it was similar to something like a projection.
No one could see the person's face clearly. It was very blurry, so no one knew who it was.