As soon as the words left his mouth, a middle-aged woman stepped forward, speaking respectfully, "Elder, everyone has arrived. Are you planning to depart now?"
Dean Bruce nodded slightly, and with a wave of the woman's hand, the crowd dispersed, leaving only seven young people along with two teams of guards, each armed with short swords at their waists and holding staffs in hand. The guards, though not particularly old, exuded a solid air of authority.
The woman leaned in and whispered, "Elder, the teleportation array is ready. You may depart at any time."
Hearing that a teleportation array was set up, Dean Bruce's brows lifted slightly. Convenient—no need to ask for directions.
