As for the invitation of a lower grade, it was not as much of a concern.
Immediately, Mu Rufeng tore the red and black invitation to shreds.
Instantly, a Transmission Array rose beneath Mu Rufeng's feet, and he vanished on the spot.
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When Mu Rufeng regained consciousness, he found himself in a room.
He observed his surroundings, noting the room's grim and somber character. Despite the electric light being on, the room still seemed somewhat dim.
As if the light could not be displayed correctly.
The room was not small, measuring two hundred square meters.
The room was rather long and narrow, with the door located in the middle section.
To the left of the door was a space resembling a study, with an old-fashioned Western desk.
On the desk were numerous ornaments and a book.
Surprisingly, the book was in English.
Behind the desk on the wall stood a bookshelf, crammed with books.
