Chongyang City, Governance Building.
After a month of repairs, the damage caused by last month's upheaval to the city has been mostly restored,
and the Governance Building is back in use.
Meeting room.
Li Guoquan tapped the meeting table and spoke in a low voice:
"People from the Capital died in Chongyang, and two Deities descended, one whose true form remains unknown, and the other is the famous Golden Armor... what does everyone think?"
Silence, still silence.
A director spoke softly:
"I heard that the major figures who hunted down the Capital visitors that day... are from our High Heaven Association?"
"There is indeed such a saying." Hu Zhongli nodded in affirmation: "But it cannot be completely confirmed at the moment—however, this does not mean it's a good thing."
As he spoke, he exhaled gently, still a bit shaken by those terrifying existences within the High Heaven Association,
He never thought his own Innate Realm was the top of the High Heaven Association, but...
