The Silent Alliance's meeting coordinates had changed again. To maintain secrecy as much as possible, the "Chairman" held each meeting in a completely different location within the Multiverse. Yet no matter where the meeting was held, that vast backdrop of endless white and hazy fog remained an eternal theme.
Although an expanse of pure daylight always gave people a strange, blurry sensation, the "Chairman" seemed to enjoy this misty atmosphere...
Punk was still not the first to arrive. When he entered this new meeting place, the other five ordinary Legendary members of The Executors had already gathered. The "Chairman" had yet to appear, while everyone else stood loosely together, discussing something.
"Ah, Whisper of Destruction, you finally showed up. I heard you almost got your hands on the prey? That's sooo amazing."
It was the familiar voice and the familiar tone. When the caster's projection appeared in the space, the first person to greet him could only be the carefree Kane.
Of course, that greeting carried no small amount of mockery. It was obvious that this mad knight, who feared chaos under heaven, was taking great pleasure in Punk's failure.
However, the silent Punk ignored his "old friend's" "friendly greeting." He merely walked expressionlessly over to the group of Legendary professionals and stood there without saying a word.
Here and now, Whisper of Destruction had no intention of appearing familiar with Kane. Besides, he had come here for a meeting, not meaningless bickering. Punk wanted to obtain as much important intelligence as possible, and if he started arguing with that chatterbox Kane, it would never end.
Seeing that Punk had no interest in talking, much less arguing, the mad knight said nothing further. He had apparently been discussing something with the others just now, and after finishing his "friendly greeting,"