She gazed into Zhang Beixing's deep, abyss-like eyes, once again captivated by the power contained within them.
"I trust you, Beixing," she murmured softly, her voice filled with attachment and trust.
At that moment, Richard hurried over, a trace of excitement and nervousness on his face.
"Master, the scout has sent word that in the first world we are about to enter, there seems to be quite a formidable force," he reported respectfully, kneeling on one knee.
Upon hearing this, a hint of interest flashed in Zhang Beixing's eyes.
"Oh? Tell me, what kind of force is it?" His voice carried a hint of amusement, as if anticipating something interesting.
Richard took a deep breath and continued to report: "It's said that the world is governed by an organization called the 'Council of Light.'
"They possess advanced technology and magic, claiming to be the last line of defense protecting world peace."
Upon hearing this, a cold glint flashed in Zhang Beixing's eyes.
