About half an hour later.
Yang Ming suddenly felt a pang of unease.
He abruptly stood up from his seat, frowning as he looked towards the door.
He heard a strange heartbeat, felt an indescribable longing, as if he wanted to tear through the alloy wall and rush out.
Ancient God Cells!
Yes, it's them.
Only they could make Yang Ming feel such a strong impulse.
Daphne observed carefully, without showing any sign of emotion.
A knock sounded on the door, and Yang Ming strode quickly to it, pulling open the thick, explosion-proof door and glaring at the maid outside.
The maid was obviously startled, instinctively offering the silver-white box in her hands, which Yang Ming grabbed and held tightly against his chest.
He knew that his actions were somewhat exaggerated and immature, but the desire in his heart was irresistible.
'Got it, now get out of here.'
The thought surfaced in Yang Ming's mind.
