The token radiated a gentle glow, and Qin Tian's consciousness sank into the virtual space.
He walked through a corridor adorned with starry patterns, pushed open the hall doors engraved with ancient runes, and stepped into a magnificent palace—mist swirled inside, and several familiar figures were already seated around the central round stone table.
"Mingwang, we were just waiting for you." Poseidon waved with a smile, his blue hair lightly swaying in the airflow of the virtual space.
Qin Tian walked quickly over and sat in the empty seat.
Poseidon chuckled and said, "Ares waited for you so long at the last gathering, but you ended up not coming."
"Sorry, I had an unexpected situation last time and couldn't get away," Qin Tian explained frankly, his tone carrying a hint of apology.
