Senior Jin led the two into a vast inner hall bathed in muted golden light. The walls were inlaid with pure gold runes, ancient and dignified, each line pulsing faintly as if breathing. Suspended above the polished floor floated an enormous teleportation formation, layers upon layers of rotating sigils interlocking like celestial gears. A deep, rhythmic hum filled the hall, vibrating through bone and marrow alike.
Wang Chen's pupils contracted slightly.
There are already people waiting…
Other than him and Yang Kai, three figures were already present.
Two men stood apart, their postures relaxed yet domineering, while a veiled woman sat calmly between them, her presence quiet but oppressive. Even without deliberately releasing their auras, the pressure leaking from their bodies was enough to make the surrounding space feel heavy.
At a glance, Wang Chen could tell—both men were at least at the Deity Transformation Realm. As for the veiled woman…
