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Tens of thousands of meters beneath the surface of Zexing.
A vast, open space was hidden here—the very base left behind by Mr. Ao. However, the style within was rather strange; everything had an overwhelming fairy-tale aesthetic.
The ceiling was made of clouds, the tables were mushrooms, and the stools beside them were crabs propped up on their legs. The surrounding walls were pieced together from cream and chocolate.
Even the floor underfoot looked like it was made of soda crackers.
A brilliantly colored, iridescent butterfly, about the size of a human head, flapped its wings and spoke in human language:
"The new master is here! The wait is finally over! Everyone, assemble! Assemble now!"
Two middle-aged men were sitting on the crab stools. One was a handsome, older man with a tall, straight posture, sharp features, and slightly graying temples; the other was a tall, thin man with an aquiline nose.
