In Jianghan City, there was a luxurious villa. The exterior didn’t differ from other villas, but ten meters underground inside, there was a tremendous space. The ceiling and floor were all spread using white marble, shimmering with gentle radiance. It was unknown what was used to set them. The facilities inside the room were rather simple. There was only an ancient wooden table and ten chairs. In addition, there was an enormous map of China behind the wooden table.

At this moment, all ten chairs were being sat in by people. Some were drooping old men, some were old women with chicken-like skin and crane-like hair, and some were middle-aged men with tiger-like gazes. Furthermore, in this fifty-meter-sized space, there were solemn-faced men dressed in suits and leather shoes who were standing at each two-meter interval.

“Nalan Yanran’s image was sent.” A bald old man dressed in a changpao was at the leading chair. His old face was covered in spots, but his mind was incredibly hale and hearty. He clasped his teacup, casually set aside tea powder, and said dimly, “The Xingtian Legion’s Commander is very cautious. He didn’t see anything.”

“It’s outside our forecast but within reason.” An old woman at the side looked at the jade walking stick in her hand,...