All of human civilization was watching the Alliance Conference. Media outlets competed to cover it, and reports flooded the internet, because the decisions of those at the top affected every one of them.
Hao Yun boarded an aircraft and headed toward the very center of the Inner City.
A towering, majestic spire stood there, known as the Holy Temple. Whenever an important matter arose, it was handled here.
Besides Hao Yun, powerful figures from the other families arrived one after another, including Rosen, Li Ersi, and Liz, who had yet to recover from her severe injuries.
Representatives of all seven great families gathered under one roof. Each radiated a powerful aura, and all stood at the pinnacle of humanity.
Come to think of it... it's been a long time since we all gathered like this...
Hao Yun sighed inwardly.
They entered the Holy Temple, made their way into a conference room, and took their seats in an orderly fashion.
Besides the representatives of the seven great families, an elderly man sat at the head of the conference table. His temples were gray, his face weathered, and his eyes slightly narrowed, giving him an air of steady composure.
The old man's name was Horne. Thirty years ago, he had initiated humanity's invasion of the Corpse Soil Continent and had been humanity's strongest fighter at the time.
Back then, Hao Yun and the others had been mere soldiers under Horne's command, so they respected him deeply. Even now, they still regarded him as the spokesman for the entire alliance.
Once again, Horne presided over the Alliance Conference.
Once everyone had arrived, he opened his eyes slightly. They seemed somewhat clouded.
"Everyone, I've heard about what happened in the Inner City. It certainly has been a long time since we've had an incident