“Welcome, Mr. Wyot!”

Fitzroy and the Cloud Raceʼs elders offered their greetings as soon as James arrived at the entrance of the main hall.

“Mhm.” James gave a slight nod.

Fitzroy stepped closer toward James. “Mr. Wyot, we have prepared your lodgings. Do let us know if you have any requests. We’ll do our best to accommodate the Dooms.”

James looked at Fitzroy. “We’ll wait for cultivators from the other races to reach here and discuss more about our next step then.”

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