"Liu Nailiang!"
A teammate's shout echoed from the side.
But Liu Nailiang didn't react at all; he kept staring at the altar, as if enchanted, a mad expression on his face, as though he had seen something extraordinary. One hand gently stroked the altar.
The steward appeared indifferent, his expression unchanged; this wasn't the first time he had witnessed such a scene. Many times, if he didn't think about it carefully, he couldn't even remember precisely how many times it had occurred.
At this moment, the other players were in a state of panic. A short man wearing a vest tried to rush over but was stopped by the guard beside him.
"Anyone who dares to go over there will die!" the steward coldly reprimanded, his demeanor turning icy, starkly different from the previously peaceful old man.
Several question marks floated above his head.
For these players, this was a high-level NPC. The gap between them was too vast, even unable to discern the specific level.
