"Princess, Elder Mis is still waiting for you outside."
Lucy suddenly remembered the matter at hand and interrupted Qingluan's thoughts.
Qingluan took a deep breath and said, "Alright! Let's go out."
Elder Mis was a black man in his fifties, his body resembling a black iron tower, and his bulging muscles seemed about to burst through his clothes.
"Greetings, Princess!" Mis nodded to Qingluan, his mouth opened, revealing a sudden flash of white teeth on his black face.
Qingluan said, "Hello, Elder Mis, is everything arranged?"
Mis said, "We've made all preparations, no matter how many people come from the Dragon Gate, none will return."
Qingluan nodded and said, "Very good, thank you for your hard work, Elder Mis."
Mis hesitated for a moment and said, "Princess, but on the Dragon Gate's side, there's always been no movement. The people we're monitoring from Dragon Gate show no signs of gathering, nor has anyone come to Australia."
