Hearing his words, Baiyue breathed a sigh of relief and nodded, "As long as you know what to do, many things don't need to be discussed with me specifically, I trust your judgment."
"Don't say that, isn't it a principle of the Advance Team to discuss matters internally?" Cheng Ziang shrugged his shoulders and smiled.
While they were talking, they suddenly saw Zisu entering with a brisk pace. Seeing her demeanor, Cheng Ziang and Baiyue exchanged glances and pursed their lips without speaking.
After entering the room, Zisu immediately took off her mask, revealing an excited expression. Seeing her expression, Cheng Ziang felt a thud in his heart, guessing that the elder of the Ghost Race must have agreed to hand over the genetic weapon to Zisu.
"Uh, didn't you go out today?" Zisu put away her smile and asked curiously.
"Uh, woke up late." Cheng Ziang exchanged glances again with Baiyue and scratched his head.