"Xia Qing?"
Jiang Ye didn't expect to see this familiar name in such a place.
"Is it someone with the same name?" Jiang Ye mumbled to himself.
"Number 12." He looked at the introduction on the list, pondering in his heart.
Number 12 likely refers to the Institute of Talent's identification number.
Yet, the name of this Institute of Talent is intriguing.
Could it be that the Divine Concealment Organization is researching talents?
The success of the experimental subject means that the Divine Concealment Organization succeeded in their talent experiments on Xia Qing?
"Jiang Ye." Liu Wanxiao interrupted his thoughts: "What are you spacing out for?"
"Nothing." Jiang Ye shook his head.
He didn't want to get too deeply involved in these matters.
It was better to keep a distance.
"Let's go." Jiang Ye led the group deeper inside.
...
At the same time.
Deep within a vast Mist Hall.
