"What do we do now?"
"Wait!"
Carson Flores smiled and said, "I don't think it will be long before we meet the people from Crystal Palace, but I wonder if I'll be fortunate enough to witness the underwater palace!"
Carson and the others didn't wait long. Just half a day later, there was a knock on the courtyard door.
The one knocking was an elegant middle-aged man, followed by a man and a woman. The man was in his thirties, robust as a tower with an imposing aura, while the woman was beautiful but wore a cold expression, exuding an aura that warned strangers to keep their distance.
Vance Holt had already sensed their arrival and personally opened the door, cautiously watching the man in front of him.
Alfred Weaver stood in the courtyard, smiling slightly at the middle-aged man: "Uncle Stone, your niece Alfred Weaver greets you!"
