Feng showed no reaction whatsoever. He simply smiled as always, and with that smile, bubbles suddenly multiplied throughout the space, squeezing all the curses and insults directed at him into the corners.
Inside each bubble were living beings hunched over desks, quills in hand, writing rapidly.
"A comprehensive exposé of the Elemental Forecast editor-in-chief's vile deeds!"
"The downfall of the Human King's wife!"
"A detailed analysis of the Elemental Forecast interest group's structure!"
These beings wrote incredibly fast, but every one of them was documenting Feng's crimes. They even laid out the internal structure of the interest group in detail.
As a councilor, Rooney collected resources for the entire group.
Andre provided technical support, keeping the group's funding flowing.
Feng controlled public opinion, using the Elemental Forecast's extraordinary influence to constantly shift the public's attention.
The three were linked together, each sustaining the others.
Almost instantly, every shady deed the three had committed among the Human Race over the years was printed.
Li Ziran was baffled. Even someone who enjoyed dragging his own name through the mud would not go this far. This man was completely deranged.
But soon, images appeared in the beings' hands. They showed a lavish banquet.
Feng, Andre, and Rooney sat around a sumptuous dinner, laughing heartily. Beautiful women surrounded them, crawling on the floor like cats and dogs.
One image, two, three-in the blink of an eye, hundreds flashed past. Each was different, not only in the women shown, but more importantly, in the councilors present.
They indulged themselves and roared with laughter, their faces shamelessly fawning.
Li Ziran's heart pounded. This was an earthquake waiting to happen. If these things leaked, more than half the Human Race's councilors would likely be implicated.
This was a man-made catastrophe.
Dense clusters of words were arranged into