The Congling Mountains had been a bitterly cold land since ancient times, silent year-round. Yet today, quite a few organizations had arrived, and some of their members possessed far from ordinary identities.
Inside an interstellar spacecraft, there were not many seated figures, but every one of them was a heavyweight. They were discussing, trading, and haggling.
"Mo Hai lost." Someone tapped the table, signaling for the others to look at the large screen.
The New Arts spokesperson remained calm. "New Arts has only just begun, while Old Arts has already drawn to a close. One is like the rising morning sun, the other like the lingering glow of sunset. New Arts holds limitless potential; anything is possible. Old Arts has only Old Chen left, and he is about to die too. The old road is rugged, and by this era, it is more or less finished."
Regrettably, not a single person from the Old Arts field had qualified to sit here.
Someone interrupted the New Arts representative, coldly mentioning that New Arts had received no small amount of resources over the years.
Everyone present had an enormous background. They had once excavated extraordinary things from underground, things that could reconnect a stretch of the severed Old Arts path.
They had originally possessed a plan that was about to be launched, but it changed again just as it began.
"The secret medicine that was originally meant for several Old Arts Experimental Classes across the various regions was reassigned at the last minute and sent to New Arts."
As soon as those words were spoken, the atmosphere turned somewhat cold, because this had been an investment and decision jointly made by all parties.
The main reason was that astonishing news had come from the New Arts Domain at the time, demanding that