Lu Zhen nodded his head with a satisfied expression as he looked at the five people present in the room.
One of the people looked like a beggar with his hair aged and his clothing tattered and patched up, while three of the people wore regal clothes with an elegant demeanour.
If you looked closely at the three people, they all had an arrogant expression on their faces, which they suppressed while bowing towards Lu Zhen, their eyes filled with reverence.
The last person was a familiar woman, Lu Qing, one of the twins, who was wearing a navy-coloured robe.
"You can rise up now," Lu Zhen spoke, and the five all simultaneously stood up.
"How is the machine going?" he said as he looked at a capsule that was standing at the centre of the room, floating in mid-air as if it were defying gravity itself.
