Seven figures emerged, striding confidently in their direction.

The six trailing behind all wore black attire, exuding an oppressive aura. The young man leading the group, however, was even more striking. Dressed in a long golden robe, he radiated authority with every step.

Even an ordinary person, seeing such clothing, would immediately recognize him as a member of the royal family. After all, in the entire Martial City, only the royal family dared to don such golden robes. Their royal guards, in contrast, wore imposing black uniforms.

Caught off guard by their unannounced arrival, Wilson quickly stepped forward with a wide, welcoming smile.

"What an honor to have you visit our humble Xavier family, Your Highness. I apologize for not greeting you sooner."

Though royalty commanded respect, it was more of a title than actual governance. Kneeling or performing grand ceremonial gestures wasn't customary in such interactions. So, Wilson merely clasped his hands together as a polite gr