Lin Beichen's words made the room instantly quiet. The Daoists eating in the cafeteria were all aware of the black hole at Dragon Tiger Mountain. They were the ones who stayed behind to help after being confirmed by Song Xiangdong's screening as having no problems.
Although the prowess of these Daoists was not as exaggerated as Lin Beichen's, their five senses as cultivators naturally far surpassed that of ordinary people, allowing them to hear Lin Beichen's words clearly.
"Have you decided?"
Song Xiangdong did not speak; it was Fu Daoyi who spoke. Clearly, Fu Daoyi did not understand much more than Song Xiangdong about the black hole, but as one of the heads of the Daoist Sect, he understood the risks involved in Lin Beichen's words.
"I have decided!"
Lin Beichen firmly nodded his head. If yesterday, Lin Beichen did not have particularly many ideas about the black hole, then after experiencing that dream, he decided to study it carefully.
