On the private island where the Nether Abyss Empire was going to hold a banquet, a tall and well-built man was sitting on a sofa in an extremely luxurious living room.
His body was slightly sunk into the sofa as his legs were crossed. He had the aura of an emperor.
In front of the regal man, another man in a suit was reporting.
"Young Master, the banquet will be held as scheduled. All the departments are making arrangements in an orderly manner. There are no mistakes. It's just that…"
"But what?" The man on the sofa raised his eyes. His eyes were as dark as the night sky.
It was just a simple act of looking up, but it was so elegant and noble that no one could compare.
"Young Madam...seems to be here too!" Tang Luo, who had a serious expression on his face, instantly became helpless.
He had never expected Young Madam to board a plane destined to Abyss Island. Tang Luo assumed she would be filming at this time.
