“Let him in.” Huang Xiaolong answered. He was waiting to see what this Fortune Gate Elder named Wang Zhong was going to say.

A short while later, Huang Xiaolong, Feng Yang, and the others saw a burly middle-aged man striding into the front hall in a brutish manner. He was square face, had thick messy brows, and exuded a sharp prickling aura.

The instant Wang Zhong stepped into the hall, his cold, hostile gaze locked onto Huang Xiaolong, “Huang Xiaolong, I bet you didn’t expect me to show up so fast, right? However, even if you managed to escape from this Aeon City, you wouldn't be able to leave the Eternal Galaxy, therefore, I advise you to nip any hope you have in the bud.”

Huang Xiaolong looked at Wang Zhong with cold indifference, “The Fortune Gate sent a dog that only knows how to bark madly?”

Wang Zhong was taken aback for a second, then anger swirled in his heart. Huang Xiaolong actually dared to scold him, calling...