"Such a pity. I was thinking his precognitive abilities might come in handy while exploring the King's Treasury." No. 03 sighed. "And I'm curious about him too... What exactly is his relationship with the Great Xia Sword Immortal? Why did he specifically ask about his whereabouts?"
"Isn't he a prophet? Why can't he just foresee it himself?"
"Do you not know the Great Xia Sword Immortal's strength? He's chased us all the way from Olympus until now. Could a petty agent like him possibly foresee the whereabouts of someone at that level?"
"True... Then why did you raise your hand to trade with him? Are you really planning to tell him that the Great Xia Sword Immortal is hunting us?"
"I merely wanted to test him, then casually feed him a couple of false pieces of information. As for these so-called agents hunting us... Heh."
No. 03 sneered.
If a pack of agents dared hunt down a genuine god, they were truly courting death.
"More importantly, don't you think these agents are looking at us strangely?" After a moment of silence, No. 04 took the initiative to speak.
No. 03 frowned slightly. His gaze swept across the surroundings from beneath the shadow of his hat brim. Most of the agents on the second floor were secretly watching No. 03 and No. 04, their eyes shifting between suspicion, fervor, and hesitation... like starving wolves examining lambs.
"What's going on? Have we been exposed?"
"That shouldn't be possible... Did that prophet tell them something?"
No. 04 shook his head. "It doesn't matter. They're just a bunch of ants. Even if they know the truth, what kind of waves can they make?"
The transactions on the second floor gradually concluded, and everyone descended the stairs, returning to the gathering hall on the first