"Ding~~~~~"
The crisp chime of the arriving elevator echoed through the somewhat crowded lobby. The alloy elevator doors slid silently open to either side, and an energetic old man followed by a group of young people stepped out. Unlike the social elites in the lobby, they carried an entirely different aura.
It was a primitive, ancient aura rarely seen in this technological age. Though powerful, it was not savage, yet it still made the attendants and staff who had been conversing quietly feel their breathing tighten, prompting them to unconsciously lighten their movements.
Seeing the uniform sect insignias on their clothing, the attendants recognized them as the Body Sect's delegation for this exchange.
Leading the way was the Body Sect's Third Elder, the level 96 Super Douluo—the Iron Arm Douluo, Peng Song.
He was not especially burly, but the bones in his arms were remarkably thick. Even beneath his tailored dark suit, the lines of his muscles remained clearly visible, brimming with explosive strength.
His footsteps were steady and powerful. Each step seemed to carry the weight of a thousand jun, making the smooth marble floor tremble faintly.
Following behind him in a steady stream was a group of young Body Sect disciples.
Most wore matching, slightly tight black combat outfits. Even the few disciples wearing suit jackets looked somewhat uncomfortable, as though their hands and feet had been bound.
Unlike Elder Peng Song's mountain-like composure, these disciples had spent years tempering their bodies in the harsh environment of the Body Sect. Accustomed to simple and rough ways, they instinctively felt out of place in such refined, particular social settings.
The young disciples wore obvious curiosity and a faint, nearly imperceptible restraint on their faces.
They had come as representatives of Douluo Continent's food and beverage industry for this exchange,