As time ticked away, of the six people seated on the high platform, aside from The Queen, the other five were all emotionally unsettled.
Of these five, three had some prior connection with Zhao Cheng—not the most superficial kind of chance encounter. All three were Sword Masters.
Fortunately, not long ago, Zhao Cheng had gathered the world's foremost experts together for a symposium.
Otherwise, he would not have been able to find these three.
Compared to the global population of trillions, that tiny handful of experts was undoubtedly exceedingly scarce.
Yet among those trillions, four were experts.
Clearly, there were certain patterns to the unfolding of this great calamity as well.
During this period, Zhao Cheng had gone to many places. In several cities, he had even searched the entire city. Under such circumstances, he had roughly combed through all of Yanhuang, yet only found two additional people.
Of these remaining two, one was only seventeen, named Zhou Qing. Whether in talent or past life experiences, he was utterly ordinary, without the slightest unusual trait.
The other was a woman named Wang Siyu, thirty-two years old and childfree by choice. She owned a small company, but the reason she had become a wealthy woman at such an age was not that her own abilities were particularly outstanding or that she had built everything from scratch. Rather, her father was a formidable figure who had given her just a tiny little bit of help during her rise to wealth.
As for their swordsmanship realm, both had merely scraped their way into the doorway of sword arts. They had nothing whatsoever to do with being formidable.
Using his divine abilities, Zhao Cheng had illuminated the past and future of both people, yet found no trace of anything unusual. As for what they