Mark's thoughts were simple. If he could manage to get used to that place, if he could find a way to establish his factory there, he could endlessly manufacture weapons in less time.
Hei Zhenyu's smile disappeared in an instant. His eyes sharpened, and he stared at Mark with a heavy gaze. "Why would you want to go there?" He questioned him.
Mark shrugged lightly, trying to downplay the whole conversation. "I mean, who wouldn't want to seek out a place where time stops?"
Lord Hei cut him off, his tone flat and grim. "Don't underestimate that place, Lan Zhen."
Mark blinked. "Hmm?"
