291 Marss Deputy Governor! (2/2)

Wang Baole gazed at the world outside while reorganizing what he had learned about Mars inside his head. He gained a greater understanding of the planet. Finally, the speeding cruiser reached Zone Eighteen and landed in a public square.

The public square was a vast patch of land, and around it grew red trees and other plant life. In the middle of the square sat a building in the shape of a flame, which was painted in red. It stood out in the open. Wang Baole could feel waves of heat surging from the building as soon as he stepped out from the cruiser.

”This is the Deputy Governor's personal office. Pavilion Head Wang, this way, please!” The young man in a white combat suit smiled lightly at Wang Baole and led the way. Wang Baole inhaled a deep breath. He lifted his head and stared at the flame-shaped building for a few long moments. Then, he followed the young man into the building.

A cool breeze welcomed him the moment he stepped inside, a stark difference from the heat outside. There was also Spirit Qi permeating the air, which instantly energized Wang Baole. He followed the young man to the highest level in the building.

There was a wooden door on this level. It was painted purple and shut.

This was clearly the Deputy Governor's office chambers. The young man in a white combat suit led Wang Baole to the door before retreating. Wang Baole smoothened his shirt out again. The various etiquettes he had read from the high officials' autobiographies came to his mind. He tried to look professional and competent. With a serious look on his face, he stepped forward and knocked firmly—not too loudly, but loud enough that the Deputy Governor would hear him—and slowly on the door.

He knocked exactly three times.

Three neat knocks resounded in the air. Wang Baole was secretly impressed. As a Dharmic Armament master, he could tell with a single knock that this was a century old wood. It had been soaked in Spirit Fluid for many years and was one of the better grade materials for refining artifacts.

The Martian Colony sure is rich… Wang Baole sighed. The doors swung inward slowly, revealing before Wang Baole a simple yet elegant office interior.

Spirit Qi emanated from the aged couches and the desk. The Spirit Qi within was so thick that the room seemed to be enveloped in fog.

Through the thick Spirit Qi, Wang Baole saw a landscape painting hanging on the wall before him. In the painting was a snowy mountain with a river flowing down it. On the river was a single boat, and on the boat, an old man. He was kneeling, facing the mountain, and seemed to be praying earnestly.

The other details were indiscernible. That was because a towering figure was obscuring part of the painting. The figure stood with his back towards Wang Baole. When Wang Baole's eyes fell on the man, he could feel a sudden oppressive force exuding from the latter. His heartbeat quickened. He could sense how powerful the man was.

A perfected Core Formation realm cultivator! Wang Baole had honed his skills at assessing the cultivation levels of Core Formation realm cultivators after his experience in the Mystic Luna Realm. He immediately sensed that the Deputy Governor was a perfected Core Formation realm cultivator. He hastily stepped forward and cupped his fists, extending a deep bow towards the man, who still had his back towards him.

”Greetings Deputy Governor, I'm Wang Baole!”

Wang Baole's voice bounced off the walls in the chambers as the doors behind him slid shut silently. The Spirit Qi mist in the room seemed to shift with an invisible wind, dispersing. All of a sudden, the towering figure before Wang Baole looked clearer.

Wang Baole observed the distinct silhouette, thinking it seemed familiar. Before he had time to recall where he might have seen it before, an even more familiar voice rang out from the man before him.

”Wang Baole…”

Wang Baole's eyes nearly popped out of his head when he heard that voice. He stopped breathing for a moment. He was about to say something when the person before him turned around and revealed the face of a middle-aged man. Wang Baole couldn't tell if he was smiling.

”We meet again!”

Giant… giant tree! There was an explosion inside Wang Baole's head as his soul almost fled his body.