The headquarters of the Ghost Race, ripples appeared in the space.
A tall figure stepped out from the rift, the black robe fluttering without wind.
Shane's eyes lit up at Cyan's return, he quickly approached with a mysterious smile on his face:
"Leader, there's a huge surprise to tell you!"
However—
Cyan's steps did not pause for even a moment, heading straight to his resting area, his voice as cold as ice:
"Settle the newcomers, and take the opportunity to understand the current situation of the Ghost Race."
He raised his hand to rub his temples, "I'm tired."
Before his voice fell, the figure had already disappeared at the end of the corridor.
The third-in-command's outstretched hand froze in mid-air, words of retention stuck in his throat, the smile on his face gradually solidified.
At this moment, the second-in-command, Lilac's figure appeared out of thin air.
Seeing the third-in-command standing still, her slender eyebrows furrowed:
