"We'll wait here a moment, Young Master will be here soon," Xue Tu said in a deep voice.
At the same time, another group of people walked out of the airport slowly. Leading them was a young man dressed in top world-famous designer labels.
His eyes carried a hint of arrogance, the corners of his mouth raised in a frivolous and debauched smile, exuding an imposing demeanor.
By his side was a middle-aged man in a suit, his demeanor steady, exuding a refined and scholarly quality. Following behind them was a group of men in black suits, their expressions cold and their eyes sharp, clearly bodyguards or something of the sort.
Each one had an extraordinary presence, among them several masters of the Innate Realm, sufficient to prove the extraordinary identity of this group of people.
"So this is Zhonghai; it seems quite average," the young man said lightly as he walked out of the airport, with a hint of disdain in his eyes.
