In the direction of the meteorite in the space...

Suddenly, the branches of the red tree began to stretch, spread, and intertwine with each other.

The meteorite being held up deviated from its original position.

Bright light shone through the gaps between the red tree branches, scattering in all directions within the space, forming bright patches of light.

The red trees here were tall and straight, their branches crisscrossing and spreading outwards, gradually enveloping their entire surrounding area until they completely covered the surrounding rough stone walls, stopping their advance.

A beam of intense light pierced through the surface of the meteorite, shining directly onto the dark area at the top of the space, like the light that pierces through the last darkness before dawn.

As the light shot out, the brightness in the space further increased, and the entire space was filled with a halo of light. The sudden burst of light caused their eyes to be momentarily blinded.

First, the buzzing assaulted their ears, and then the bright light stimulated their eyes. The meteorite not only interfered with their hearing but also invaded their vision.

In front of the meteorite, Fatty, Rou Yi, Han Yu, and An Wenshan were like ants, easily crushed and killed at any moment.

Fortunately, although the strong light was dazzling, it did not cause any real harm or pain. They hugged each other tightly, blocking the path of the light, while trying their best to sense any sudden changes around them.

After a long time, Fatty was the first to feel the surroundings darken. He slowly moved the cloth covering his face and opened his eyes.

The meteorite's fiery light had subsided; it was not as intense as before. The light from the meteorite was now soft and dim, like the glow of the setting sun.

The size of the meteorite shrank dramatically. Before Fatty closed his eyes, the meteorite was as big as a small mountain, but now it had shrunk to the size of a ball.

The branches of the red tree tightly wrapped around this ball of light, enveloping it within the surrounding branches.

Now, the four of them were like birds in a cage, trapped in this space by the red tree branches, unable to go anywhere.

Danger lurked everywhere, but they could only wait and see what would happen.

Although everyone was so small in front of the meteorite, and no one could compete with it, Fatty and An Wenshan did not give up. They remained vigilant, trying their best to protect the two women. This was the final bit of courage as soldiers.

As the group was in a state of high tension, a series of sounds came from below the red tree holding up the meteorite. Although the sounds were not loud, everyone could hear them clearly.

"Drip," "drip," "drip."

...

The sound grew closer, like footsteps.

...

"Drip," "drip," "drip."

...

As the sound of footsteps became clearer, a figure appeared below the meteorite. This person walked towards them with steady and powerful steps.

Due to the dim light, Fatty and the others could not tell whether the person was friend or foe.

"Hahahaha, thank you for bringing me here."

Accompanied by a short and powerful rhythm of walking, the figure let out a hearty laugh.

This voice was extremely arrogant and confident, like a superior thanking a subordinate. The words were polite, but there was not much emotion behind them.

The newcomer was Zhao Chenguang, and this Zhao Chenguang looked much younger than they remembered.

Rou Yi's heart felt as if it was being twisted. The person in front of her looked exactly like Zhao Chenguang when she first saw him in his office many years ago.

As everyone else grew old, and wrinkles appeared on their faces, this person was unexpectedly young, as if his age had been frozen.

Zhao Chenguang glanced at the body lying in a pool of blood. With a flick of his finger, the body was wrapped by red tree branches that seemed to appear out of nowhere, then lifted and taken to the meteorite.

The entire process of the red tree carrying the body was very fast, not giving anyone time to react. In just three to five breaths, the body disappeared, leaving only a pool of red blood on the ground.

From this, An Wenshan and Fatty concluded that the Zhao Chenguang in front of them was not someone they could fight. They could barely protect themselves.

None of them dared to speak, staring straight at Zhao Chenguang, worried about what he would do next.

"Oh, don't you recognize me? I'm Zhao Chenguang, your young master."

The young Zhao Chenguang smiled slightly, and a look of sunshine, confidence, and gentleness appeared on his face.

This kind of feeling could not be faked.