Chapter 42

Three days later.

An ancient mansion with a thousand years history stood amid the eastern mountain range. At this moment, nine differently dressed women were kneeling in front of the mansion, with nine neat rows of people also kneeling behind them.

To anyone with a discerning eye, it was not difficult to notice that many of those kneeling in the nine rows were top-tier wealthy businessmen and high-profile socialites from around the world, each controlling the economic pulse of a region or even a country.

They had been kneeling here for a long time, some for as long as three days.

These usually haughty social elites had no complaints whatsoever. Instead, each face was filled with anticipation, resembling the most devout believers awaiting the descent of the "True God".

"Yiya—"

The vermillion gates of the mansion slowly opened, and a mesmerizing figure that could captivate all beings slowly emerged from within.