Thunder City, City Lord's Mansion.
Heavyweights such as Thunder City's lord, Purple Thunder Saint, and deputy city lord Listening Rain Saint had all gathered here. The City Lord's Mansion was hosting a banquet, its great hall laden with a dazzling array of food.
Many beautiful maidservants moved back and forth through the hall, continuously serving dishes.
"How is it? Did you notify Fengdu? Is he unwilling to come?"
a Saint asked.
"No. I notified him just now, but he seems to dislike appearing at occasions like this, so he turned me down." City Lord Purple Thunder Saint spread his hands helplessly.
"Brother Purple Thunder, he wouldn't even give you that much face?"
a Saint teased.
"No, no, don't say that. I'm not some great figure—what face do I have to speak of? Some people simply don't like socializing; their personalities are solitary. This isn't about giving face or not."
Purple Thunder Saint waved his hand.
"Haha, Brother Purple Thunder truly has a broad mind. No wonder you've earned the higher-ups' favor, becoming Thunder City's lord and holding down an entire region."
"Still, it's a pity Fengdu didn't come. I had wanted to ask where exactly his intelligence came from."
"And if you asked, would he answer? That's someone's secret channel. How could it be so easily pried out? It's intelligence that even our Human Race intelligence network couldn't uncover."
"If he doesn't answer, then he doesn't answer. There's no loss in trying. His intelligence is so well-informed that perhaps we'll have chances to cooperate in the future. He may know information on cosmic secret treasures—more friends mean more roads."
"Indeed. But if he won't come, there's nothing we can do. Perhaps we'll have to find another way to get acquainted with him."
Quite a few Saints discussed the matter. They