Is This the World of the Strong?

Lu Yao's vision blurred, and he was back in that chair.

Shi Boqiong was still spinning above his head.

Aside from that circular patch of light, the entire room had sunk into darkness.

Lu Yao got up and walked all the way to the door. When he left the corridor, Isabelle was waiting just as he had asked. Among the group of shadowy figures, the young Apostle stood out from the crowd.

They left Shuide Tower and returned to Cloud Stream Pavilion along the bridge corridor.

Before he even stepped into the main hall, he saw Zhao Zhenzhu waiting by the stone screen.

"Mr. Huang." The moment Zhao Zhenzhu saw him, her eyes lit up.

Lu Yao also noticed something.

Zhao Zhenzhu was not the only one here. Almost all the committee staff were present, only inside the hall, they were all silently watching him. As for Kitchen God Ding Hanzhen, he was holding a glass tea mug, his expression a little odd.

Song Shiyi hurried over. "Mr. Huang, you stayed inside Shi Boqiong for more than three hours..."

Lu Yao was speechless.

What happened to anonymous bidding? Bro just stayed inside a little longer, and now everyone knew it was him, huh?

Although he had long expected this was very likely, he still looked at Zhao Zhenzhu with some displeasure.

At least keep up appearances, would you people?

"Well..." Zhao Zhenzhu said with some embarrassment, "This matter was originally confidential, but you stayed inside far too long, sir. Since His Majesty the First Emperor, the last person who could endure that long within Shi Boqiong was Lord Wu'an."

Lord Wu'an?

That title sounded a little familiar.

"Lord Wu'an once lasted half a double-hour in the game. According to your calendar, that would be one hour and twelve minutes."

Zhao