Several lines of small print emerged on the black notebook:
"The first super-translation is complete."
"The second super-translation is about to begin."
"Given the special nature of this super-translation, please decide on a course of action after contact, 'Virtual World' will further determine if super-translation is necessary."
"3,"
"2,"
"1—"
"Begin contact!"
Wu Xiaode was extremely surprised.
Just now, that fat man blurted out "Luohou Clan."
He faintly guessed that it might be related to Jiang Shanglan.
But now there's this "contact." What is going on?
The mist on Naihe Bridge dispersed.
All sorts of equipment rapidly emerged on the bridge, assembling out of thin air into a house.
A woman in a black evening dress stood in front of the house, smiling at Wu Xiaode.
"Honorable of All Worlds, welcome, my master is waiting for you."
She reached out to open the door.
Wu Xiaode looked at her, then at the house.
"Who is your master?"
Wu Xiaode asked.
