Hao Ren led his crew through the curtain of light and into the meeting hall. The first thing he saw was a bunch of eminent individuals with worried looks on their faces. There were generals, ministers, cardinals and even Uruk, the representative of the werewolf tribes. Basically, almost every single person he had met before was in the hall.
Lily looked at the broken table, which was surrounded by everyone. The atmosphere felt more like a memorial service than anything. "That table must have been expensive?" the husky asked, feeling rather bewildered.
Given how her thought process worked, Hao Ren and the rest could not even be bothered.
"You're back?" It was literally a case of speaking of the devil as Ophra was just contemplating about looking for Becky before these bunch of outsiders popped out of nowhere. "That black..."
