Tang Xiao pressed a button. It seemed as though nothing had happened, but in reality, an invisible electromagnetic barrier had already enveloped the entire office, preventing anything from observing what was inside.
Only then did he accept the communication.
A human man appeared in the holographic projection. He wore a pure white robe, with somewhat exaggerated shoulder ornaments. He looked to be around fifty, with neatly combed gray-white hair and beard.
His expression was indifferent as he stood there. The robe concealed the lines of his body, its unknown soft material draping all the way to the floor. Even when he walked, his movements were barely visible, making him seem radiant and holy, like a messenger of the gods from some myth or legend.
Tang Xiao's lips twitched slightly. He knew that such attire was extremely popular among the highest-ranking aristocrats and wealthy elites of the Milky Way Galaxy's Core Worlds. They liked using such clothing to flaunt their status as beings above the mortal world.
Setting everything else aside, in the rotten and twisted society of the Galactic Republic, the wealth gap had reached a terrifying level. While many people struggled and fought desperately for a few dozen credits, these super-rich magnates of the Core Worlds possessed assets measured in trillions.
After such a wealth gap had persisted for over twenty thousand years, it was only natural that these aristocrats and rich elites no longer regarded themselves as human. Oh, something about that statement seemed off?
Still... heh.
How tediously pretentious...
Tang Xiao sat on the sofa without moving much. His crossed leg bounced up and down, while his big toe propped up his furry slipper and slapped it against his heel, giving him the air of a street punk.
The man frowned, then relaxed his brow again and