"Mr. Moqian's awareness is quite high." Upon hearing these words, the steward spoke, "Her Majesty the Empress has been tirelessly protecting the City of the World, and if she takes time to see you amidst her busy schedule, you must avoid speaking nonsense."
Moqian nodded again.
The birth of Golden Blood in the City of the World is indeed a significant event.
Moqian followed the steward all the way, taking the elevator to the top floor.
Because it was his first time there, he felt a bit uneasy.
This top-tier hall was too magnificent, even the Leaangle Family couldn't compare.
"Her Majesty the Empress is just behind this door." The steward lowered his voice, "Once inside, remember to bow. Unless allowed by Her Majesty, you must not lift your head!"
Moqian glanced at the ancient and elegant door.
On the door was the number "III" and a woman wearing a crown.
Moqian knew this was not the true appearance of Sara Victoria, rather just a symbolic representation.
