The Pamir Plateau lay above 4,500 meters, with an extremely harsh climate. The land was grayish-brown, already turned to frozen earth by late autumn.
In the sky, a cold Super Battleship hovered. Inside its cabin, the deputy of the Relevant Department sat quietly, lightly tapping the table with his fingers. He said nothing, pondering something.
"Old manuals, feathered ascension, inner landscapes... Are these what you have been searching for, trying to make contact with, constantly excavating and understanding? The only reason you came knocking was profit."
The deputy of the Relevant Department spoke calmly, looking coldly at the New Arts Domain's grandmaster. "We have worked with Old Chen for many years. We would never do anything that chills people's hearts."
The New Arts Domain's Grandmaster wore snow-white clothes, spotless and immaculate. Though he was a middle-aged man, he carried an otherworldly air.
He nodded, indicating that he understood.
In his view, this was perfectly normal. At the other side's level, whether out of old ties or consideration for the bigger picture, they could not possibly do something that chilled people's hearts at a time like this.
But he was confident that they would cooperate with Old Earth afterward and take over the Exploration Organization in full. This involved the interests of all parties. Once the trend took shape, no one could stop it.
There were others in the battleship as well. Some frowned, while others remained silent. They Deeply Knew that the head of the Relevant Department was truly advanced in years and desperately wished to increase his lifespan.
In the end, someone still spoke up, delivering a warning. They did not want people from the New Arts Domain to stretch their hands too far, so they first issued a warning and intimidation.
Because everything had to be done slowly.