"Everyone, I hereby formally announce that the Star Map we previously lost has been successfully recovered!"
Once the envoys from all sides had arrived, Fang Qianyuan raised the matter everyone already knew about once more, his tone calm and detached.
The battle at the Golden Wind and Jade Dew Houses had long since become known throughout the world. No one was surprised to hear this; they merely waited quietly for him to continue.
And continue he did. "We have waited far too long for this day. I propose that we take advantage of this gathering to assemble it in full and unravel the age-old mystery surrounding the Records."
"Assemble it during this very gathering?"
"After such a long wait, has this day finally come?"
"Our generation will have witnessed history..."
Whispers finally arose among those present.
Clearly, everyone had anticipated this, but when the moment truly arrived, they shrank back, wavering in indecision.
Anyone who had finally managed to reach their present position would have exercised the utmost caution and carefully considered the consequences.
In truth, a rather selfish notion was at work. As long as they held a portion of the Records, they could continue profiting from it without worrying that others would cross the river and tear down the bridge behind them, casting them aside once they had outlived their usefulness.
Once the pieces were assembled, they would inevitably face numerous questions over the Chart's custody and the division of benefits. At that point, they might lose this advantage instead.
Of course, they also yearned to unravel the age-old mystery of the Flying Immortal Records. Over the past ten thousand years, what individual or faction fortunate enough to obtain a portion of the Flying Immortal Records had not dreamed of gathering every portion and monopolizing all its secrets