After passing through the song-and-dance theater stage, the two entered a side hall through a side door.
A pale red carpet stretched across the floor all the way to the edge of sight.
Both walls of the side hall were covered in intricate, European-style patterns. The ceiling had been ingeniously fashioned into a Starry Sky design.
A solemn-faced middle-aged man sat in the central seat, the lines beside his nose and the crow's feet at his eyes bearing the marks of time.
He was a lean white man nearing fifty.
He lacked the robust physique many white men of this era possessed. Instead, he was thin and frail-looking, yet his eyes shone brightly.
Within this side hall, at least fifteen people stood along both sides, yet not one of them possessed a presence stronger than his.
The source of that presence lay chiefly in his eyes.
The instant Wei He entered, his gaze locked onto the man. He could tell that this person was the core of the place.
Not only because of the man's eyes, but also because of the two tall, powerful knights standing behind him.
Yes. The moment Wei He entered, he sensed experts from the familiar Masters system.
The two men guarding the man's back wore heavy black armor, their entire bodies wrapped up like tanks.
The aura of power brimming within them was precisely from the Seracla Masters Alliance system that Wei He had once sensed and even attempted to cultivate.
"Looks like you and Seracla use the same system? You're all knights?" Wei He's gaze swept over the two.
That mere sweep of his eyes made both men tremble. Their former composure instantly gave way to slight shudders, as though facing a great enemy.
"No need to be nervous. Since you have come here,