C205 Three Hundred Years of Seclusion

No one could fathom what Shea Han was up to, but his agonized screams suggested he was enduring immense pain. His complexion fluctuated between ashen and pale, his features twisted into a ghastly snarl.

"Get out... get out now!" The man with the pale face writhed in torment, his features contorted as if in a chrysanthemum's tight bloom, yet his voice carried an unwavering resolve.

"Kid