One Hundred and Fifty Years

Three days later.

Eli returned to the White Tower.

On the day of his return, a meeting was held quietly.

In the meeting.

"from now on, the White Tower will continue to develop steadily. In the future, I'll establish a deeper connection with the bloodline tower. As for the White Tower, we'll just develop it in the South of the West Coast!" Eli looked at the crowd and ordered.

"Yes!"

Everyone agreed.

Eli was like a pillar of support to the White Tower. He had saved the White Tower from danger several times and even made decisions to support the bloodline tower when it was in danger. Not only did he save the White Tower from disaster, but he also allowed them to continue existing.

The meeting was over after a few simple instructions from Eli.

After the meeting.

"What are your plans, Sir?" Ross asked respectfully.

"I'm naturally going to work next!" Eli cast him a strange glance.

"Work?"