บท 152: The Prelude

In the desolate wasteland, two figures were standing next to each other, facing a green-robed figure. It had already been thirty minutes since they started facing each other. However, they literally just face each other, no one was talking.

At this moment, it was a deafening silence. Even a needle could be heard if it fell to the ground. This silence could make anyone uncomfortable. But compared to these beings, it was not a problem at all.

Finally, the green-robed figure, who was the lady in the green garden, spoke with a firm yet charming voice, "So finally, the Ancient Ming Clan has finally made their move... and sent you two here, right?"

The two figures were, of course, Jyu Ming and Lai Ming.

Lai Ming answered, smiling, "Well, that may be the case."

"What may be the case?" The green-robed lady sneered, "That's precisely the case, isn't it? It seems that Zang Ming was already nearing his death."