บท 782: the president silvan

in the depths of the ice cave, there were a few winding paths, illuminated by expensive dragon balls and gold fragments, which had a kind of dreamy beauty.

"your excellency, this way please."

since they left the public eye, sparta's attitude had become thought-provoking.

his every move seemed to pay more attention to etiquette, but in the corner of his eye, there was a faint curiosity that could not be hidden.

but he didn't ask, nor did he probe.

instead, he led bai wushang through one igloo after another and walked into the deepest part of the cave.

after a full five minutes, he stopped and bowed. "

"your excellency, please. great-grandfather is waiting for you."

"i'll be troubling you." bai wushang gently nodded his head and crossed a rippling barrier, and the scene changed again.

it was a study with a row of ancient books. from the degree of the dust, it seemed that very few people had touched them, and they were emitting chen mu's aura.