The committee meeting was about to start, but Huo Yingjun and Hee Qiunian seemed a bit distracted. However, they quickly composed themselves. The meeting had been ongoing for several days, and now they were deciding on the final and most important issues. Even though they were worried about what was happening in the Secret Realm, they knew they had to wait until the official matters were concluded.
Clack, clack.
Fast footsteps were heard outside the meeting room. Huo Yingjun's secretary walked in and whispered a few words in his ear, causing the old man's eyes to widen suddenly.
Hee Qiunian glanced sideways. From his long acquaintance with Huo Yingjun, he could tell that the look in his eyes held surprise and doubt, with a hint of joy.
"Old Huo, what's up?"
Huo Yingjun didn't keep him in suspense and answered directly, "Someone has woken up. No, to be precise, everyone who died in the Secret Realm has woken up."
Hee Qiunian felt a moment of relief, "Everyone's awake?"
