"Illuminati?"
As soon as the three words were uttered, everyone instinctively repeated them.
For some reason, they inexplicably felt that this name was both ancient and mysterious.
Ye Zhiran was slightly taken aback, and his gaze flickered behind his glasses.
He pondered over these words carefully, muttering to himself thoughtfully:
"Illu...mi...nati...does it mean to illuminate the world with light and dispel endless darkness..."
Lin Chuqiao's eyes slightly moved, looking at Fang Cheng with an even brighter gaze.
As if instantly recalling that night at Haoting Hotel, the man engulfed in golden flames, floating in the night sky like a resplendent Great Sun.
Illuminati, this name seems more fitting than ever.
Seeing everyone's attention focused on him, Fang Cheng was touched, having already made a decision, he continued to introduce:
"The meaning of this organization's name is simple,"
he began solemnly, his voice not loud but clearly reaching everyone's ears.
