Galactic Alliance Base.
An inconspicuous hovercar pulled up in front of a hotel in the base's commercial district. The door opened, and a man in a gray suit stepped out. A top hat concealed his head, and he tilted his face up slightly. It was none other than Modi of the Duobimo Alliance.
He raised his lowered eyes, glanced around, and quickly entered the hotel.
The hovercar drove off. Before long, another ordinary hovercar pulled up.
A tall, gaunt old man in a gray robe stepped out. He, too, wore a hat. He looked up, revealing his face beneath it. It was none other than Sangbini of the Duomei Alliance.
His sharp gaze swept over the surroundings, and he quickly entered the hotel as well.
No staff tried to stop Sangbini as he entered. He followed the corridor all the way in, turned a corner, and stopped before a room.
He knocked lightly. The door opened, and he went inside.
Two people were already in the room: one was Zhong Yuanqiu, and the other was Modi, who had arrived earlier.
"You finally made it!" Modi ushered Sangbini inside and closed the door.
Sangbini took off his hat and said helplessly, "They have the base completely under their control now, so we have to be careful. They're very sensitive about us forming an alliance in secret!"
"Brother Zhong, how are things? Any good news?"
He tossed his hat onto the rack, then hurried to the table. Before he had even sat down, he was already asking Zhong Yuanqiu.
Zhong Yuanqiu smiled. "The good news is that we've made contact with the Tianli Sect. The bad news is that we still haven't heard back from them. We may have to wait."
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