As she walked down from the aircraft and stepped onto the island where the Tower of Truth stood, Nalan Zhongqin saw many familiar faces.
Though there were still three full days until the full crimson moon, the island was already overcrowded.
Among those she could name, Nalan Zhongqin noticed members from the Alchemist Alliance, Berserkers' Guild, and the Hunter's Guild.
As for those obscure small factions, they were as numerous as the hairs on an ox.
This left Nalan Zhongqin quite surprised.
What exactly is Xue An planning to do?
It's not just the major factions that have been notified, even these small guilds have been invited?
If it's because opening the ancient relic requires external help, these small factions wouldn't be of any use at all?
What exactly is he thinking, or rather... what exactly is he plotting?
Nalan Zhongqin once again fell into deep confusion.
Just then, a voice came from behind her.
"Miss Nalan, you've arrived so early!"
