"He's here."
Inside a red wooden cabin.
Neon lights flicker outside the window, and the figure in a black robe sitting cross-legged opens his eyes.
Amidst the darkness, a hint of scarlet, the face under the black hood is concealed by a black mask.
"When do you plan to take action?"
The middle-aged figure standing by the window tilts his head to look, asking plainly.
Wearing a dark martial arts uniform, brown eyes, with a ponytail hairstyle, noticeably fair skin like people from the Platinum Federation.
"No hurry, the game has just begun."
"But Yang Wudi is hiding quite deeply; we need to deal with him first."
With a cold tone, the scarlet in the eyes of the black-robed figure is exceptionally bright, as if restraining some emotion.
The middle-aged man with a ponytail glanced at him, frowning slightly but saying no more.
Buzz!
Immediately, accompanied by a gesture from his raised hand.
The black gold-plated long spear placed inside the cabin buzzed and came to his grasp.
