High in the sky, the clouds were thick and heavy.
Two figures hovered in mid-air, observing the surroundings through images projected by a Federation satellite.
"I thought the Treasure Manual Guardians wouldn't come. To my surprise, they're here."
Xie Zhongru said,
"This is certainly unexpected."
"Mm," Wang Chan nodded.
"Be careful. Someone's after the Treasure Manual."
As the two Martial Saints of Funeng City and the heads of its two great families, they were naturally part of the operation to protect the Treasure Manual.
"There always are," Xie Zhongru said with a smile.
"But with nearly twenty Martial Saints, thousands of Federation elites, and a warship in the sky, even a Holy King Beast wouldn't stand a chance."
"No!" Wang Chan shook his head gently, a complex look in his eyes.
"This time is different."
"Oh?" Xie Zhongru raised an eyebrow and said slowly,
"Someone came to see you a few days ago?"
"Don't worry," Wang Chan said, lowering his head.
