Unlike his halting speech, countless firsthand records gathered over more than a decade at the Observation Center flashed through Songkan's mind.
They had been systematically categorized and stored. The Observation Center, along with other relevant departments of the laboratory, used this data for various comparisons, experiments, and calculations, roughly describing the wondrous process of interactions between spacetime planes.
Having seen enough, Songkan seemed to have developed a miraculous intuition—although many phenomena were not intuitive enough and were even quite chaotic, he could still pick out similar traces from the clutter.
He did not know whether this was experience or a supernatural ability unique to him.
"Being able to see this much isn't easy." Before Songkan, the tall beauty holding a book gave him a gentle word of praise.
Oh, this must be Wu Zhao, the Martial Emperor. An important figure at this auction. The internal briefing before their arrival had specifically highlighted her file. Like Ronan, she was someone who required particular caution.
Songkan truly felt immense pressure facing her.
Yet so far, her attitude had been the mildest of them all. And she was probably the one who had brought up the idea of a "connection" earlier.
She looked like an expert too!
Leaving aside Songkan's complicated thoughts, after praising him, the Martial Emperor slowly walked toward the equipment installation area where the deformation was most severe. She stopped only at a certain "starting point" where a crack had been torn open.
The others did not follow, though their attention shifted in that direction to varying degrees.
The Martial Emperor kept to the rhythm of the discussion. "Do you think the support on The Other Side is solid enough?"
Songkan blurted out, "Didn't you just say it was a 'connection'?"
"Oh, it seems great minds think alike."
Songkan felt