Inside a lavish flying vessel awash with flowing light and color.
True Lord Duobao lay on a recliner carved from a single piece of Chaos Warm Jade, humming an off-key tune. In one hand, he rolled two pearls condensed from the origin essence of worlds, polished to a glossy sheen.
He was in an excellent mood.
He hadn't dared to visit the World-Breaking Abyss battlefield in person, but through his intelligence network, which reached into every crack and crevice, he had seen the entire battle clearly.
True Lord Tianhe had self-destructed. More than a hundred Great Luo cultivators from the Rebel-Slaying Alliance had fled in panic.
And the Green-Robed Man had emerged without a scratch.
The outcome made Duobao glad he had placed bets on both Zhou Ming and the Rebel-Slaying Alliance, taking care not to offend either side.
"Fellow Daoist Zhou, your divine might is unmatched! Congratulations on your victory in the first battle!"
Delighted, he admired the message he had sent Zhou Ming not long ago—a textbook example of tact.
The message had sunk like a stone into the sea. Zhou Ming hadn't replied at all.
But True Lord Duobao didn't mind.
As far as he was concerned, no reply was the best reply.
It meant Zhou Ming had tacitly accepted his habit of staying on good terms with both sides.
Business could go on.
"Ah, what a shame about True Lord Tianhe and those hundred-odd big clients." True Lord Duobao smacked his lips, his face showing a merchant's particular brand of regret.
"I'm afraid I'll never collect their intelligence fees again."
He was calculating how to expand into new business and make up for the loss when—
Buzz—
The Communication Array inside the vessel lit up without warning.
True Lord Duobao jolted upright, springing straight off his