"...All right." After struggling for a long while, Gao Bancheng finally managed to squeeze out those two words.
Bai Ye continued, "Also, inform North Mang in the Black King's name that the Black King intends to convene the Ten Kings Conference to discuss the Pseudo-Humans. Put in the papers that the Chief Judge and Lord Ten Thousand Woods have already agreed to attend. If anyone else dares not show up, they can prepare to face the Black King's wrath."
Tall Fatty grew a little excited. "The Black King is convening the Ten Kings Conference? Will it be held at the commerce association?"
Bai Ye shook his head slightly. "At Ten Thousand Woods, three days from now. Three days should be enough for them to get here."
He could not possibly choose the Fortune Commerce Association. This was the god's last remaining territory, and he could not let it be destroyed too.
"Got it, Brother Ye. I'll make the arrangements right away!"
"Oh, and contact Mo Chen. Tell him to report the Qilin Marshal's situation to the East Continent Federation and have them send people over. Tell him these are the Black King's orders."
"Yes, Brother Ye!"
After making all the arrangements, Bai Ye found a lounge, lay down, and went straight to sleep.
He was utterly exhausted. The depletion of his mental power felt like spending three straight days and nights at an internet café, then stepping outside with stars swimming before his eyes and his legs giving way.
Had his body not been so formidable, he would have dropped dead long ago.
While he rested, however, all of North Mang erupted.
As the sun rose, newspapers spread throughout North Mang like flurries of snow.
In the major cities, people woke to the sunlight. Traffic gradually filled the streets and