"Gentlemen, what exactly do you want to do?!"
One hour later, inside the manor, Zhang Tao questioned He Shuo in front of him, almost in tears.
He Shuo calmly took a sip of tea, then said:
"I don't know what we want to do either."
"We are just doing some... work that should be done under normal circumstances."
"This work can be meaningless or meaningful."
"How to make it meaningful from being meaningless depends on personal choice."
He Shuo's words were like a fog, but Zhang Tao had already understood his meaning.
Clearly, the other side had admitted that the so-called "anomalies" occurring recently in Jinling City were their handiwork and had also admitted that these anomalies had a purpose.
But what exactly do they want to do?
If they want to dethrone the Saint and take over Jinling themselves, why drag me into it?
