At the banquet, Xu Yunguo deftly changed the subject, and the atmosphere soon livened up again. The lights were brilliant, the music soothing. Guests gathered in small groups to chat and laugh, or whispered to exchange the latest gossip and news. Waiters moved among them, their trays laden with fine wines and delicacies. At the very least, Liu Yun's taste buds were satisfied; he found that the chefs of great families truly knew their craft.
In such a cheerful setting, Mr. Zhang, the HR Alliance representative, and Li Yunlong from the military also found common ground again after their brief awkwardness. They began discussing the future potential of the evolution fluid, their words revealing boundless anticipation for future cooperation.
Clearly, these people had no intention of letting this opportunity slip away. They had to determine Liu Yun's intentions here, or they might not even be able to keep their positions.
Nearby, the deputy head of the Limit Dojo had gathered with several Martial Artists similarly dressed in martial robes. Some gestured as they discussed the subtleties of combat techniques, while others quietly exchanged cultivation insights, but in truth, the deputy head was anxious as well.
"Ah, Lord Thunder God, you were far too blunt!"
The deputy head spoke to Thunder God. The two were very familiar with each other, and Thunder God himself seemed somewhat hesitant at the moment.
"I don't think it was anything, but why does Liu Yun always give me a sense of danger? Hong is the only one who has ever made me feel that way."
He found it strange. Even Councilors could not contend with him, yet Liu Yun was filled with far too many secrets.
Thunder God made up his mind. Even if he failed to obtain the formula later, he would still have