Cosmic Virtual Network, a conference room.
Xia Ping's figure appeared within the conference room. More than a dozen figures sat in the seats, all of them high-ranking bigwigs of Thunder City, each having reached at least the Middle Ancient realm.
Even though this was a virtual network, one could still sense the immense power of time and space emanating from them, as though the slightest movement would bring mountains crashing down and split the earth apart.
"Purple Thunder Saint."
Xia Ping greeted the middle-aged man at the center of the conference room. The man was exceptionally tall, with short purple hair. The aura of lightning laws permeated his body, and unfathomable law patterns seemed to emerge between his brows, containing an inexhaustible aura of the universe's origin—profound beyond measure.
"Fengdu Saint."
Upon seeing Xia Ping arrive, Purple Thunder Saint immediately said, "I heard that you've already uncovered intelligence on the Demon Race. Is this intelligence accurate? How reliable is it, and what exactly is it?"
He questioned him impatiently.
The other Middle Ancient Saints also stared at Xia Ping. They were all deeply concerned about this matter.
"This intelligence is of grave importance. I need to make sure there are no spies here who could leak it. Can you guarantee that?" Rather than answering, Xia Ping looked seriously at Purple Thunder Saint.
"Fengdu, what do you mean by that? Do you think there could be Demon Race spies among us?"
Hearing this, one Middle Ancient Saint burst into curses. He glared at Xia Ping with an extremely ugly expression, feeling that these words were the most hateful accusation and the greatest insult toward them.
"Heh heh."
Xia Ping merely chuckled, with no intention of answering. In any case, within the Cosmic Virtual Network, no matter how powerful these Middle Ancient