Ancient Wormhole

A month later, all twenty-one members of the Galaxy Envoy arrived at the Galaxy Office of the Tai Wei Hua Civilization, before the Star Giant Tree.

"Guards from each civilization, please stop here. From this point on, we'll transport only the twenty-one people on the list. The Tai Wei Hua Civilization will guarantee your safety." Zuo Men took human form, a smile appearing on his face.

Everyone knew the rules. The representatives parted from their guards and sent them home.

When the Milky Way Galaxy had first attended one of these gatherings, its delegates had been uncooperative and suspicious. But after enough visits, they had grown familiar with the arrangement. The Tai Wei Hua Civilization had never used it as a chance to harm anyone.

There was little point in doing so. No civilization these days would grind to a halt without its leader; a new one could step forward in minutes.

Perhaps the only person there whose death would cripple a civilization outright was Huang Ji.

Yet Huang Ji was perfectly at ease, even cheerful, as if something good awaited him on this trip.

Before leaving, he patted Luo Yan on the shoulder. "I'm leaving Ziwei in your hands."

Luo Yan looked worried. He glanced at Ming Rong nearby.

Huang Ji had given Luo Yan plenty of instructions before leaving. With Huang Ji gone, Ziwei faced the risk of destruction.

Although Huang Ji had made contingency plans, Luo Yan was still worried.

Brando suddenly grinned. "What are you afraid of? We're here. The Tai Wei Hua are nothing!"

Luo Yan nodded gravely. "Don't worry. Leave things here to me."

With that, he departed with the guards.

An outsider would have found that strange. If Ziwei would be in danger once the envoy left, what good would Brando do? As