After waiting for what felt like no more than half an hour, the door opened and a few people walked in.
Ning looked at the men and immediately understood that these were bodyguards, who were coming in to check if the route was safe.
They moved aside and finally, two people walked in.
At the front was a man in his late 30s, with very unkempt hair and a tired expression. Some of his hair had already become white from stress and his overall body was lean as though he was overworked.
His eyes were drooping too, with large dark circles underneath them.
Behind him was a teenage girl with long brown hair that fell to her shoulder. She was quite beautiful but not on the same level as Jasmine.
"I heard we had a few guests," the middle-aged man spoke. "I'm sorry to have kept you all waiting."
Ning looked at the man. "You're Sir Zarius?" he asked.
"In the flesh," the man replied with a small grin.
