No one knew what Bai Tiancong was thinking, nor did anyone care. As the personnel involved and the situation escalated, along with his missteps in handling it, the conflict had risen to another level—one that required at least half the people in the Reception Room to take it seriously.
For that very reason, the gazes focused on Kui Rong carried far more complicated implications.
Kui Rong was of a certain age, with noticeably graying hair. His face was lean and refined, pale and beardless. Though middle-aged, he gave off a remarkably clean, detached air, as if untouched by worldly habits, while maintaining his habitual faint, elusive smile.
That was the so-called "mysterious smile" of the Fate Trackers, one people easily mocked behind their backs, meant to display the unpredictability and impermanence of fate. Accordingly, many Fate Trackers were also sparing with words. Even with everyone's eyes on him now, Kui Rong had no intention of responding.
It would have been fine before, but today Bai Tiancong found this... Hmm, didn't this man seem to have a pretty good relationship with Vajello?
During the period when the pressure to capture Vajello had been at its greatest, Bai Tiancong had received some incomplete intelligence leads. Of course, they had been more like rumors.
A seasoned bureaucrat would not take them seriously, but neither would he completely forget them.
Taking advantage of this moment when everyone had temporarily "forgotten" him, Bai Tiancong's mind raced, trying to sort out a path to save his career.
There was now one central issue he could not avoid:
The Vajello Incident, which had originally been slated for a low-key resolution, had suddenly turned into a Mandatory Mission, and Tai Yu, this "Military Representative," had thrust it straight into the heavens—what exactly did that signify?
Well, if that