Gazing at the flashing neon lights outside, Fike stood up and walked toward the window.
Again, he channeled the power of the Divine Body and shifted most of it to his eyes as his vision stretched to reach the Fu Shou Inn.
He spotted a tall and imposing carriage parked at the entrance. An old man dressed in grandiose clothes stepped gracefully out of the carriage. He seemed to have an extraordinary temperament.
"Zakaithus!"
Fike exclaimed.
Lan Xi walked toward him at this moment, caressing his shoulder.
"I know this person... He's the Minister of the Northern Headquarters of the Heavenly King's Palace."
"What do you think of his strength? How does he compare to Caesar?"
Fike asked in return.
"I've often heard of this person from guests at the auction house. This man has never shown off his strength in front of ordinary people.
