On the other side, Black Wukong frowned and slowly walked forward, passing through a haze of black fog.
Soon, she arrived at the dimly-lit hall she had seen from the outside.
Looking around, she saw an ancient stone tower. At the center stood a wide stone round table, its surface of green marble smooth as a mirror, its edges carved with intricate patterns and runes.
Black Wukong quickly focused her attention on the stone round table.
At that moment, sitting above the high-backed stone chairs circling the table were two odd figures wearing Ultraman masks: one dressed in black with a Sailuo mask; the other in janitor attire wearing a Diga mask.
Glancing at Black Wukong, the two exchanged looks.
[Fan Quan: So here comes the problem, how did we end up summoning your sister?]
