It is rumored that the owner of Jade City and the spokesperson of the Wasteland Development Company's vehicle is a flying house.
This is not true.
It is a tall and majestic fortress, big enough to accommodate hundreds of people.
Sha Lang, led by a girl in white, took the elevator all the way up to the top floor.
In the room symbolizing the pinnacle of power, the black-haired ruler sat on the sofa with his back to the door, seemingly deep in thought.
Upon hearing the noise at the door, he stood up and turned around.
It was a young man's face, his eyes calm and serene.
He squatted down and shook hands with Sha Lang: "Thank you very much for taking care of and valiantly rescuing our Big Buddha. From today on, you are a friend of the Wasteland Development Company."
This widely-known figure surprisingly had no airs.
Sha Lang was somewhat caught off guard.
"Please sit down. Do you want something to drink?"
"Anything will do... preferably alcohol."
