General Patrol Cosmos Department.
Special Envoy Xia Jing returned in a thoroughly bedraggled state, his face dark and gloomy.
Whenever he recalled how "Shang Yun" had publicly used his superior status to crush him, forcing him to kneel on the noble knees of the Eternal Xia Clan, he ground his teeth in secret hatred.
"How did you handle this? I refuse to believe anyone could resist the temptation of entering Heng Ancestor Hall!"
Within the hall, Chief Director Xia Song berated him for failing to meet expectations. He only felt that his nephew had handled matters abysmally, to the point that even he did not know how to report this to the ancient ancestors.
"Second Uncle, please have the ancestors act directly. This man has broken through to Thousand Heng, and his cultivation is unfathomable. We have nurtured a tiger into calamity; we need an ancestor at the Myriad Heng Level..." Xia Jing said, ashamed yet filled with extreme resentment.
"Preposterous! Can those few ancestors act whenever they please?"
Xia Song coldly rebuked him, though his brows furrowed deeply.
"Shang Yun," who had suppressed even Xia Suo, an old-established Thousand Heng cultivator, the moment he broke through, made him feel that the matter was exceedingly thorny.
Yet how could Myriad Heng and Thousand Heng possibly be mentioned in the same breath?
Though they were separated by only one major realm, the difference between them was like that between a colossal kun and a flying bird.
How could a Myriad Heng exalted one act casually? Every intervention would bring violent upheaval and unpredictable variables on the scale of myriad cosmoses.
Just as Xia Song sank into thought, his expression suddenly froze, as though he had heard some strange sound at his ear.
After his expression changed several times, Xia Song muttered