High Seas, Freedom Wings' naval military base.
Early in the morning, Loki yawned and rubbed her eyes as she walked into the operations room.
"Morning."
Someone took the initiative to greet her.
She looked up and saw Jane Fortes's bright, energetic face.
Loki neither liked nor disliked Gabriel's new Emissary. She nodded, then sprawled across a table and answered weakly, "Morning."
Tall and broad-minded, Jane sat down beside Loki. "I heard you had a direct clash with the Eastern cultivator group before. Gabriel's previous Emissary died in that clash?"
Loki hummed in reply and yawned, looking like a cat that had not yet woken up.
Jane was full of interest. "Can you tell me about those Eastern cultivators? Before this, I'd only seen information about them on television and in articles. We'll be dealing with them soon. To be honest, I'm both excited and scared."
"Being scared is the right response." Loki's voice was lifeless. "If I could, I really wouldn't want to be here."
"Last time we ran into them, we almost lost our lives."
"Although we're always propagating that Eastern cultivators aren't as powerful as us Transcendents, the cases used in that propaganda are all worthless trash."
"The cultivators in those cases were, at most, at the Advanced level."
"But what we're facing are cultivators in the Profound Comprehension Realm."
"I don't even need to describe cultivators in the Profound Comprehension Realm in detail. Just think about how Gabriel's previous Emissary was killed by one."
"Besides, Sariel, the 'Angel of Death,' was beaten so badly that she refused to establish contact with us again. That alone should tell you how terrifying the true powerhouses among the Eastern cultivators are."
Loki glanced at the woman before her. "Pray. Pray that we don't run into that man this time."
"Otherwise,