Everything House, reception desk.
A figure in a black robe slowly took off the hood, revealing a flawless face.
If Angel were here, he would immediately recognize the person without a doubt, it was Dao Shen.
Dao Shen politely declined the attentive service from the reception staff, only asking one question: "Where did the other black-robed figures who came in with him go?"
Upon learning that the others had been allocated to the corresponding tribe's reception desks, Dao Shen nodded, didn't ask further, and turned to walk outside.
He needed to quickly go to the office hall to meet with the others.
After leaving the reception desk, Dao Shen swiftly moved down the long corridor, the only sound being his overlapping footsteps in the quiet silence.
Suddenly, a buzzing noise sounded beside his ear.
"That person just now, do you know them?"
There was no one around Dao Shen, yet this abrupt voice did not surprise him.
