The geniuses seated at the head table chatted idly.
To anyone else listening, their remarks seemed to have no connection to one another.
A single glance or gesture was all they needed to understand what the others were thinking.
Their minds were powerful enough to shake the cosmos.
This time, instead of throwing themselves into research, they had crossed several star systems to attend a wedding on the Luofu.
Before this, Zandar had produced the keepsakes they had treasured for years and never let out of their possession.
They had guessed the truth instantly.
The cosmos had gone through many cycles of reincarnation.
How else could they explain the things in Zandar's hands?
Some were unwilling to change their research direction and declined Zandar's invitation.
Others placed their trust in him without hesitation and traveled to the Luofu.
None of them cared about the change in the "Eighth Seat."
In their eyes, research came before everything else. After briefly greeting the newlyweds, they immediately began talking with those beside them.
Yet Zandar, who had invited them all here, seemed somewhat distracted.
He held his teacup without taking a sip for a long time.
Polka rested her chin on one hand and lifted her teacup with the other. A sideways glance caught the distinctly distracted face of the man beside her. She picked up her handbag and asked,
"Where's the smoking room?"
Zandar appeared to think back, then raised a hand and pointed.
He understood what Polka was really saying and rose to leave the banquet hall with her.
They passed through a Xianzhou-style covered corridor and arrived at a pavilion.
Willow branches swayed above the clear lake.
No one else was around. The only sound was the faint splash of koi flicking their tails.
Zandar hesitated. After a long while,