Of course, the one who stepped out of the strange ripples in space was Feifei. She was still wearing a dark powered combat suit designed for ease of movement, its fit lines accentuating her athletic figure. She looked like a well-trained, well-equipped scout from a (space) city.
Still, for someone like her, such an outfit was rather unusual.
After all, she was the youngest Best Director in Yagemi history. She wore the same smile she'd had at the awards ceremony, and there was no hint of aggression in it.
But her bright eyes held no warmth as she silently watched High Priest Norddos, scrutinizing him with unmistakable intensity.
"So, what exactly is this 'acceptable cost' you mentioned? Could you explain it in detail?" she repeated, her tone gentle.
Yet the icy air in the room was beginning to ease. Frost and cold mist were slowly fading away. The killing intent on High Priest Norddos's face receded like the tide, and a warm, almost kindly smile returned. He looked just like a kindly old professor beloved by his students.
He stepped away from Shalila, tightened his grip on his cane, and tapped it lightly against the floor before inclining his head to Feifei. "The Overlord's attacks are damaging the Celestial Domain's formation. Before long, all the domain's space cities will become open roads for a demigod like you, won't they?"
"Thank the ancestors of the Galactic Empire," Feifei said. "When you built the space cities of the Celestial Domain, you left a back door for psychics."
The bombardment from the Hand of Glory and the Earth Fleet was now destroying the space cities where psychic nodes had been implanted—or, rather, the psychic nodes disguised as space cities.
The firewall designed to counter psychics was weakening, while the back door remained.
"But