Thinking of this, Wen Nan raised his hand and looked at his palm.
The golden control pattern there now showed little light, looking like a golden tattoo on Wen Nan's skin.
It seemed that the little servant either hadn't entered this game hall where he was or was cut off by some special shielding mechanism.
To meet the other party, Wen Nan could only initiate the pattern summoning.
Better not.
Jun Wuming seemed to have his own guild, perhaps he had just exited an instance and was now dealing with his guild's affairs. Although Wen Nan was the master, it wouldn't be nice to disrupt his guild operations. After all, the high-level players in that guild, although Wen Nan hadn't met them yet, might someday become his resources.
While thinking, a crisp chime sounded in his ear.
Wen Nan collected his thoughts and looked somewhat puzzled in the direction of the sound, discovering it came from a small screen on the wall.
"Doorbell," Yu Shouling said, "a guest has arrived."
A guest?
