The Lamp God's low, serene laughter echoed through the ancient and solemn hall.
'I finally get to see Mr. Lamp God again. He seems to be in a very good mood…' Lin Ya pursed her lips, secretly sizing up the figure shrouded in white mist.
'I've been pulled in here again. The number of people seems reasonable, though—not too many, not too few. It feels like the Lamp God is being very selective…' Soron glanced around, musing to himself.
'Round Table Hall? That must be the name of this secret society. My codename is "Number Four." Am I the fourth lucky person to meet the Lamp God?' Colin's thoughts raced. Suddenly, he saw a member to the left of the round table stand up, place a hand over his chest, and bow to the Lamp God in the main seat.
—That was "Number One," controlled by Zhou Chen.
Seeing this, the other three hurriedly stood, placed their hands over their chests, and bowed.
