Instead, he was an old man sitting in a wheelchair, drowsy and nearly bald, looking like he could kick the bucket at any moment.

"Once the doors are broken… then the geomancy layout inside will be disrupted! At that time, we can… plunder freely!"

After saying just two sentences, he was gasping for breath.

Andrew and Chantelle, hiding behind an artificial rock formation, looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Why does Stanley suddenly look like a frail old corpse?" Chantelle whispered,