Fang Ranran's voice was very calm, yet like a boulder crashing down, it threw everyone's soul in the conference room into turmoil, stirring up stormy waves in their minds.
The entire conference room fell into a brief deathly silence, as if the air had frozen for an instant, with only the faint electrical hum of the holographic projection equipment in operation.
Moments later, the reactions of the crowd were like thousands of firecrackers being set off, exploding all at once.
The President furrowed his brow and was the first to speak, "Ms. Fang, are you sure the information is reliable? A final battle of the gods is no small matter."
He took a deep breath, suppressing the anxiety and worry in his heart, "Since His Highness the Master of Light knows that the Dreamy Heavenly Venerate is going to attack him, why would he still participate in the encirclement of the Master of Destiny?"
