In the lounge, Xia Zhi had waited less than ten minutes when a voice suddenly rang out.
"Xia Zhi, the Dojo Master wishes to see you."
A man in a red robe appeared outside the door and spoke to Xia Zhi, who was seated in a corner of the lounge.
The expressions of the others shifted. They had been waiting here for half the day, yet Hong was going to see a General-level youth first?
Their curiosity toward Xia Zhi deepened, and their smiles grew warmer when they faced him. No matter what, anyone valued by Hong could not possibly be ordinary, even if he were an ordinary person.
Taking a deep breath, Xia Zhi rose to his feet and followed the black man in red down the corridor. Before long, they arrived outside a quiet room. The man in red gave a slight bow and left.
"Come in." A deep voice sounded.
"Yes," Xia Zhi answered.
The reception room was exceedingly simple, empty and pitch-black, with only two cushions.
It was hard to imagine that Earth's strongest man—number one in strength, influence, and wealth—received guests in such a plain place.
After entering, Xia Zhi's gaze was immediately drawn to the man sitting cross-legged on a cushion. Dressed in black, with long hair and a lean frame, he was Hong.
When Hong saw Xia Zhi enter, he raised his head. There was even a trace of gentleness in his eyes as he pointed at the cushion before him. "Sit."
"Yes."
Xia Zhi stepped forward and, following Hong's example, sat cross-legged on the cushion.
Before Hong, that invisible aura alone made one lower one's head involuntarily, without the slightest thought of resistance.
Perhaps it was like an ant standing before a divine dragon. The difference in strength was simply too great;