Star-Picking Tower.
Teleportation light suddenly flashed, and the Rimewind King drifted out, hurricanes swirling around his entire body.
His dedicated customer service representative had long been waiting ahead.
Seeing the guest arrive, the representative with four bulging fish eyes forced out a bitter smile and greeted him:
"Esteemed ruler of the Tempest Domain, you've arrived much earlier than usual this time."
"There's still no progress on the information you wanted to inquire about. I could have simply sent you a message—why trouble you to come all this way in person..."
"Heh, I didn't want to come either, but someone insisted I do..." Rimewind muttered soundlessly. On the surface, he gave a light cough before replying:
"Who told you I came today to ask about that information?"
The four-fish-eyed representative froze.
The next second, he heard the Rimewind King continue:
"I came to sell information! And while I'm at it, inquire about something else from you."
"What? Has my standing with you become so low now?"
"I'm not even worthy of entering a reception room, and can only discuss business in the corridor?"
"Oh, no, no, that was my oversight! This way, please, this way!" The fish-eyed representative repeatedly smiled apologetically, instantly becoming obsequious.
"To express our apologies, I'll raise the price of the information you sell by five percent, and lower the price of the information you purchase by five percent. How does that sound?"
"Hmph, that's more like it!" Rimewind lifted his chin and strode forward with an arrogant expression.
One cosmic hour later.
Fireball Li, who was following behind Shi Bashi under the pretext of touring the Palu Star Belt while actually searching for traces of Song Siming, received a message from Rimewind.
It was a list, along with brief profiles.
The Players on it were scattered across