After saying that, he finally opened the door.
But when the door opened, both of them were momentarily stunned.
Behind the door was a bright light, somewhat dazzling, causing the three of them, who had already grown accustomed to the dark environment, to squint their eyes instantly.
However, the Combat Artisan's wind goggles had a filtering capability, so Fang Hong was the first to adjust and could see the environment clearly.
It was another office—
He had not yet had time to make out the furnishings of the office when a deep roar interrupted his thoughts, "Enough, cancel the celebration? Just for some unfounded concerns, you are joking!"
An old man dressed in noble garb, holding the Zealot's Mark of Sacrifice, disdainfully flung it with a 'clang' at the feet of Diket and Luen.
