Allen rubbed his fingertips, his face shifting with changing emotions.
Su Li just watched him with a smile, like a carefree young girl, seemingly unaware that her life had already lingered at the Ghost Gate several times.
Allen, rarely hesitant, briefly wondered if he had misunderstood something.
The Earth woman before him, her face not even the size of his palm, her whole self so tiny, thin as a wisp...
Just as Allen hesitated, the airship's door opened automatically, revealing several tall men and women standing outside.
They seemed to belong to the same kind as Allen.
In the middle of nowhere, these few people were dressed for the most luxurious court ball.
The men wore lavish suits and tailcoats. The women wore glittering evening gowns and court dresses.
By comparison, Allen, in his showy, gold-glittering attire, was immediately outshone and looked quite ordinary.
There were four men and five women, plus Allen, making a perfect round number.
