After parting ways with Qi Badao, it was already late at night. Li Xin went home and fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. Around two in the morning, the dice began to shake.
Under the starry vault, figures appeared one after another on the high-backed chairs. By the time Li Xin arrived, everyone else was already present.
"Good evening, Mr. Gemini." Miss Aries' pleasant voice rang out.
"Good evening, Miss Aries, good evening, everyone. I'm late." Li Xin had originally intended to keep sleeping, but it felt wrong to skip such a rare Round Table Conference gathering.
"The Star Disc hasn't summoned us for quite a long time." Cantona said with some emotion. Compared to the deceit and intrigue of his life as an undercover agent, the Round Table Conference was practically his spiritual salvation.
"Perhaps that means everyone's doing very well." Li Xin said.
