"Tell Ancient One, I'm not the Holy Temple Guardian, I'm just temporarily helping to watch over for a while."
"Yes."
With a respectful bow, Wang An retreated into the teleportation gate, where the blooming sparks instantly collapsed, disappearing into the air.
Until the last spark completely extinguished, the two tense onlookers finally relaxed, fixing their amazed and reverent gazes upon Zhu Haomiao.
Behind that [Door] just now was a place of birdsong and fragrant flowers, significantly out of place with the concrete jungle of New York.
Time-Space Folding Technology?!
Supreme Mage?
Holy Temple?
Guardian?
It sounds like some ancient organization secretly protecting the world!
Tony and Pepper exchanged glances, capturing a wealth of information from the snippets of words, seeing uncontrollable excitement in each other's eyes.
