After the meeting, Bamboo Pole, the secretary-general in charge of taking the minutes, pulled Ronan aside to his own office for tea and a chat.
Rock Blast, who had finished his Wilderness training over a year ago and had lately been bored enough to itch in his bones, followed the scent right in. He did not care about tea, but he definitely wanted to hear the meeting gossip.
Hearing the news, he immediately lost interest. This kind of trouble in the mental realm was absolutely not his preferred type. The big bald man kept shaking his head.
"Once a person has lived to this point, death means trouble. The more I think about it, the less interesting it gets."
"Believe me, Old Els doesn't want it either. At the very least, he definitely doesn't want to die."
Bamboo Pole, meanwhile, spoke of someone else. "Our esteemed president hasn't let his hunger for power burn out his brain yet. At least he knows who the Big and Small Kings are."
Only then did Rock Blast realize. "So he wants Nan Zi to make the call?"
Bamboo Pole smiled. "First, let's see whether our lord god is interested."
At that, he blinked. "I think that even if he isn't interested, he'd better act interested—the kind who steps up without hesitation."
Ronan laughed as well. "Sure enough, smart people all think alike."
Rock Blast gave a heh heh. "So I'm the dumb one."
"The two of us sit at the same table."
Ronan comforted Rock Blast, then made a call outside. The other side picked up quickly.
Ronan did not stand on ceremony and went straight to the point. "Doctor Bai, bring one more person into the Deformation Era Great Reshaping project you're overseeing."
Rock Blast silently mouthed a question at Bamboo Pole.