Chen Hao had no choice but to board the helicopter with the King Ginseng.
After they boarded the helicopter, Chen Hao was blindfolded.
Who on earth was this man? Why did he want to meet him?
He was even more perplexed.
These people were unquestionably the cream of the crop. Even he was powerless against them.
Chen Hao suspected that they might not even be mortals.
All his life, he had never met any skilled fighters apart from Uncle Qin.
But if Uncle Qin wanted to see him, he wouldn’t go through all this trouble.
Chen Hao didn’t know how long they had been traveling.
When he was finally brought down from the plane, he smelt saltiness in the air. The sea breeze whistled in his ears and he could hear the sound of waves nearby.
He took his blindfold off.
He really was on an island.
“Where are we?” Chen Hao asked the four bodyguards.
The four of them didn’t pretend to be mute anymore and replied in unison, “Soul Palace on Kongming Island.”
Soul Palace? Kongming Island? Chen Hao thought in amazement.
He had travelled with Uncle Qin extensively for the past six months and had seen a lot of things.
But where was Kongming Island? And what was Soul Palace?
Chen Hao had no clue.
But one thing was for certain—these people were from the same organization. A very powerful organization.
“Please, this way!”
The four guards led Chen Hao into the island. The island was huge and at the top was a jet black building that looked like a palace.
They led Chen Hao to a room and helped him settle down.
“Who wants to meet with me? Can I see them now?” Chen Hao grew anxious and asked.
The leader of the group said, “Young Master Chen, please hand the King Ginseng over to us.”
Evidently, they were not trying to seize the King Ginseng. But even if they were, Chen Hao couldn’t stop them. So, he handed it over.
They didn’t speak anymore. After nodding at him slightly, they left him.
Chen Hao thought helplessly, What is going on?
He paced back and forth in the room anxiously.
Soon, the door opened.
An old servant walked in with a few maids.
Each of them were holding a plate, and on the plates were a variety of food.
They placed it on the table that was in front of Chen Hao.
“Is this a feast for me? Come to think of it, I really do feel hungry, but the food looks horrifying! Is this all for me?” Chen Hao asked.
The old servant nodded and smiled heartily. He seemed to be a mute. He used sign language to tell Chen Hao to eat all of it.
“Alright, let me taste it.” Picking up a pair of chopsticks, Chen Hao held up a black object.
If he said that this was food, then it should be edible regardless of its appearance.
Perhaps the food looked horrible because this place was underdeveloped.
Let me try it! Chen Hao thought. He put the object into his mouth to taste it.
It was wrapped in bread and the filling was soft. As soon as he bit into it, something like soup burst out.
“It’s so bitter!” Chen Hao sputtered, his face turning red.
The old servant indicated Chen Hao to swallow the whole thing.
Chen Hao retched. “What is it? Why is it so bitter?”
The old servant made a sign and Chen Hao understood.
“What? This is the gallbladder of a snake? It’s not thoroughly cooked!” Chen Hao exclaimed.
The servant made a sign again.
“It’s a gallbladder of a great boa that was three-hundred years old? This is so precious.”
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