C841 Each with His Own Thoughts

In a grand hall, wisps of blood-red light floated about. The sky was transparent, and one could see the stars in the sky.

Hong Meng and the others stepped into the great hall one by one. The first thing they saw was a hazy figure on top of a high seat.

"Hmm? Translator/Editor: Mr Voltaire And it was under the influence of the city. "

The Divine Inscription's eyes narrowed as he coldly spoke