"This way, please." Sande cautiously led Zhang Menglong into his room. The room was simply furnished, but Zhang Menglong noticed that even the door had a formation carved into it, and the level of this formation was not weak at all.
[Dean, this guy named Yang Sande has some skills, at least seven Divine Cultivator-level experts have their energy locked onto this room, probably his bodyguards.]
"If he didn't have some skills, he'd probably have been stripped clean long ago," Zhang Menglong laughed. Yang Sande was only at the First-grade Divine Breath Realm, and anyone on this spaceship could easily deal with him. However, during his casual chats with others, it was not hard to tell that everyone treated him very politely, even respectfully, probably because his bodyguards were intentionally or unintentionally releasing their energies.
"Please, have a seat." Sande courteously brought over a stool for him.
