The next morning, both parties' cast and crew were in place.
After feigning mutual greetings, a group of priests ushered Lu Wenwu and others into the Divine Hall.
It was a giant space located at the top of the entire base.
The wide alloy giant room's ceiling, an entire array of searchlights simultaneously turned on, illuminating this pitch-black space as bright as noon.
Several incandescent beams shone upon the towering Divine Statue of the God of Infinite Mechanical Dragons, presenting a kind of splendid reflection akin to Buddha Light.
The atmosphere within the entire space was solemn.
The chilling sensations were sensed by a few sharp individuals, but no one spoke about it.
The unsaid must remain unsaid.
These Wastelanders are truly not very good at hiding their emotions.
Whether it was their heartbeat, breathing, or soul fluctuations, they had already betrayed their true thoughts.
If it were other players here, they might have already been in a standoff.
