A familiar sense of dizziness washed over Wen Yu. Closing his eyes, he quietly enjoyed the sensation, almost like being intoxicated.
Only when the dizziness subsided did Wen Yu open his eyes, staring directly ahead.
In front of him, three figures dressed in the black uniforms of the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance, each bearing four golden stripes on their clothes, stood rigidly, their eyes unblinking as they stared at Wen Yu.
Four golden stripes represented the status of an administrator in the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance—in other words, the three individuals welcoming him were all of a similar echelon to Mo Xuan. Of course, Mo Xuan was Level 5, while these people were Level 6; a gap still existed.
"Greetings, Young Master."
The three figures before him bowed respectfully to Wen Yu, completely ignoring Tang Haofei, who had been teleported in behind Wen Yu, as if he were invisible.
