The location where supernatural objects were stored was deep beneath headquarters, carved out of an underground base. The narrow and profound passages were oppressive and stuffy, with faint lights flickering on the thick concrete walls, barely illuminating the path ahead.
The surrounding silence was eerily unsettling, with only the footsteps of their small group echoing about, and the air here seemed somewhat turbid, making it difficult to breathe smoothly.
If an ordinary person were to stay here for an extended period, they would surely suffocate from lack of oxygen.
As Cao Yanhua walked, he said, "Actually, according to me, some things should be sealed away forever, never to reappear in this world. The presence of these objects only leads to greater problems, but now the biggest issue isn't these anymore. So, taking you here today is quite unprecedented."
Yang Jian remained silent, simply following with a composed expression.
Soon.