Peak Alliance headquarters.
The previous lighthearted, dismissive talks waiting to see a joke had long vanished, replaced by a dead silence and whispers of incomprehension.
Intelligence reports came in like snowflakes, each name like a heavy hammer pounding the hearts of the high-level officials.
Xing Zhuo sat in his office, looking at the latest compiled list—
Dai Lian of the Fire Hammer Guild, Rose of the Life Spring, Zhou Wenjie of the Star Dust Relics, Ares, the champion of the Blood Horn Arena, and that long list of high-level talents from various fields, along with the rapidly increasing "basic backbone" possibly exceeding fifteen hundred people...
He remained silent for a long time, so oblivious that the data pad in his hand slipped to the floor without him noticing.
