章 1807: Take Care of My Loot

In a star zone that was not a heavenly dao-level projection in the Eastern Eight Zone, a man in a silver mask sat on a couch in a luxurious hotel.

In the living room across him were video projections of a few people in masks sitting upright.

"Is there news from Royal?" Silver-face asked in a deep voice.

"No, I don't know what that Zhao Xuan is doing. He has been staying inside Xuan Palace these days. Not only is he rejecting any visitors, he has blocked all calls. Nobody can contact him at all." The man in an inexperienced youth's mask was clearly a little impatient judging from his tone.

"Can we confirm which pieces of information on the internet are true?" Silver-face glanced at the people present and asked.