Five Hundred Years

"At first, although they fell ill, they recovered quickly. It wasn't a very big deal," said Cheng Chou as he walked with Jiang Hao. "But later, it changed. It started with one group falling ill and then recovering, but now it's become a cycle where one group falls ill just as another recovers. If this continues, we'll have no choice but to find more workers."

Jiang Hao shook his head. If this was a deliberate attack, it wouldn't matter how many new people they recruited to work here.

By that time, the Cliff of Broken Hearts would become their purgatory.

"Master." The spirit beast jumped onto Cheng Chou's shoulder. "A friend told me that people are discussing you."

"Discussing me?" Jiang Hao was puzzled.

"Yes, a friend told me about it," the beast said.

"What are they saying?" Jiang Hao asked.