Bang. The stunning woman heavily crashed onto the ground.
At that moment, a young man opened the door of the hall and entered slowly.
The man wore a black suit with an extraordinary aura. Judging from his looks, he was of both Western and Asian descent.
"Emperor Ji." The man walked to the base of Emperor Ji's chair, his bearing refined, and he bowed slightly to Emperor Ji.
The faint smile returned to the man's face, and his gaze shifted.
The hall turned completely silent when its occupants saw the refined man dressed in a suit.
One of the eight gods under Emperor Ji—Skeleton…
"Skeleton, tell me," Emperor Ji said with a light chuckle.
