Gold Grade Space was filled with the sound of an ever-flowing spring, and the air was rich yet not overwhelming with the fragrances of exotic flowers and fruits.
"Locke was not lying about one thing: the mutated spiritual power in the Underground Biopark is indeed abundant," Zhou Ziang sat cross-legged, very aware of the situation outside the space, including the terrifying roar Quinn had emitted.
The Underground Biopark was well concealed. When Locke and the others brought him in, they were prepared for two outcomes: to successfully absorb him or to eliminate him if they failed, using humans as fertilizer for the plants, which certainly isn't very nice.
If Zhou Ziang died here, in this Underground Biopark that even the most advanced satellite systems could not detect, his death would probably go unnoticed.
In the moment Zhou Ziang turned to walk out the door, he thought of something—Locke's recent reminder.
