"What, are you all so idle? At such a critical moment, why are you all gathered here? Or have you already found the whereabouts of that organized invading Devil Race army?"
At this extremely urgent moment, Ye Zhen saw that all the capable men he regarded as his trusted aides had gathered in the North Sea Commandery office. Not one of them had gone out to handle affairs, and anger flared within him.
But to Ye Zhen's surprise, his cold snort had little effect. Instead, Liu Feng, Gu Tieqi, Tang Biao, and the others wore even stranger, more unsettling expressions.
Even more strangely, not a single person spoke to answer Ye Zhen.
"What is it? Have every one of you been possessed, or have you all turned mute? Why aren't you speaking?" Ye Zhen's voice abruptly rose several octaves.
Ye Zhen's furious roar finally stirred the many trusted aides present, but most still said nothing. Only Gu Tieqi seemed to want to speak, yet hesitated.
"Tieqi, what exactly happened? You tell me," Ye Zhen called on him.
Hearing this, Gu Tieqi gave a bitter smile. "My lord, most of us had originally been searching desperately for the whereabouts of the invading Devil Race army, but the envoy sent by the Grand Celestial Master ordered us to return at once. We had no choice but to come back."
As Gu Tieqi spoke, everyone's gaze in the hall turned toward a corner.
Only then did Ye Zhen notice that in the corner of the hall sat a middle-aged martial artist in Heavenly Patrol Division attire, his face expressionless.
"An envoy from the Grand Celestial Master? There is still one day left before the three-day deadline set by the Grand Celestial Master's military order. May I ask what the envoy has come for?"