Dorian flicked his wrist.
And immediately, a figure suddenly appeared before his side.
"Master."
It was the guardian Pandrol.
His lion head and human body caused everyone's jaws to drop to the ground!
F***!
What sort of real-like custom was this guy wearing?
So real!
'Brother, where did you buy that lion head costume?'
Pandrol looked at his master, understanding what his task was.
Well, someone had to guide the group. And the way his master was, Pandrol had a hunch that if his master spoke for too long, his jaw could not only hurt but break.
Maybe the gates of the underworld might even open if his master spoke for too long. Pandrol thought jokingly.
Dorian laid back, allowing Pandrol, Butler Sheng, and the rest to take over.
In truth, the entire Grand Hall had been linked to the hidden space, allowing him to move and manipulate the hall as he pleased.