While Lu PingAn was busy organizing his own ability system and completing his qualitative transformation, the multiverse did not stop moving forward.
In a certain world, the Star Boat still hung high in the sky. They continued exerting pressure and regularly dispatched Rule-level "Special Envoys" for diplomatic activities.
"Those criminals have committed all manner of evil deeds in our territory. They are elements that destabilize society."
The same words had been repeated countless times. At the very least, the diplomat opposite them had no interest in listening seriously.
Helplessly, quasi-god-level beings had to be treated with respect in any world. And the one spouting this nonsense was a quasi-god—an old, powerful one at that.
One "Your Excellency" had to receive another "Your Excellency." It was practically a multiversal custom. The reception staff of the Featherfolk's core kingdom had to invite one of their own "Your Excellencies" to plaster on a fake smile. Both sides were already thoroughly sick of it.
Hand them over? Of course they would not. Would they not lose face if word got out?
Go to war? Start a war with a powerful multiversal civilization, with a super-kingdom that had dispatched over a dozen God's Arks, over just a few people? Was that worth it?
"According to the universal 'laws' of the multiverse, our position is fixed, reasonable, and lawful. No matter what crimes they committed in your country, they have nothing to do with us. You have no authority to enforce your laws within our territory, and we cannot possibly hand them over to you."
So-called diplomacy was probably just big shots from both sides exchanging tiresome formalities and pleasantries, repeating declarations and statements devoid of any substance.
In the end, both sides put on a show of their respective positions, wasted their breath and several