At Fan Lang's command, the news was swiftly passed down through the ranks.
Before long, a large starship tore through the sky and descended before the crowd. The words "Eclipse Sun" were emblazoned on one side of its prow.
The hatch opened and a gangway lowered. A group of people descended, led by a man in a long robe. Half his face was normal, while the other half was mechanical, giving him a highly unusual appearance.
He was the Divine Calculator Fan Lang had come to find!
Fan Lang narrowed his eyes and fixed his gaze on the Divine Calculator. The other man looked back, and their eyes met.
The Divine Calculator remained calm and unhurried, clearly full of confidence. An Aurora God Token alone was not enough to throw him into panic. His strength, status, and connections gave him that confidence.
The Divine Calculator led his people before Fan Lang. They all bowed to the Aurora God Token and cried out, "Your Majesty!"
Once the ceremony was over, the Divine Calculator looked at Fan Lang and said neither humbly nor arrogantly, "Since you hold the Aurora God Token, I shall address you as lord envoy."
"The form of address is secondary. What matters is why I am here," Fan Lang said grimly.
"What has brought lord envoy here?"
"I came because of some old matters. You and Mister Iron Hand have never gotten along. Back when he built the Star Peak, you grew jealous and plotted to turn his Eldest Disciple against him. The two of you tampered with the Star Peak together, causing the ship's accident and killing more than a million people in the explosion. Mister Iron Hand took the Black Pot and has been cursed for all these years. It is time to clear his name."