After sending the message, Yue Wen put away the spell, his fingers trembling slightly.
He was a little nervous.
When all was said and done, he was still taking a bit of a gamble. He didn't know what sort of being—or beings—was on the other side, or whether he could get the information he wanted.
Several minutes passed without a reply, and Yue Wen gradually calmed down. At least whoever was on the other side probably couldn't crawl through this piece of skin and kill him. There was nothing to fear, then. He might as well let things take their course.
Thinking this, he set down the Demon Emperor Skin, picked up his phone, and searched the Cultivation Chat forum for Tiangong Gate.
Tiangong Gate had an official account on the forum. It occasionally posted updates about new magical artifacts and buildings made by the sect, but it had only a few tens of thousands of followers—a pitiful number considering the sect's fame. Its homepage was plain and unadorned, with a distinctly engineer-like feel.
Yue Wen tapped the button to send a private message and sent over the identifying numbers on the two tools he'd photographed earlier.
[Enthusiastic Netizen 00772: Hello. I confiscated some tools from a monster. Someone I asked to identify them said they belonged to a Tiangong Gate artisan. Do you want them returned?]
He got no reply for a while after sending the message.
Yue Wen set down his phone too. He figured he'd leave everything to fate, and was just about to cultivate using the Visualization Diagram for the Thunder Tiger Shocks Heaven Fist when the Demon Emperor Skin suddenly flashed and grew hot.
A message had come back!
Yue Wen's shoulders tensed at once. There was a good chance that the presence