Xiang Mingyang sat down. The tall figure beside her looked at the invitations scattered across the table and gave a quiet snort.
"You people from the End of the World don't seem to think much of us."
Xiang Mingyang said nothing. Instead, the woman to her right spoke softly.
"Hang Jiuwang, don't jump to conclusions. They're just a few invitations. They don't mean anything."
"Shut your mouth, Banyi. I don't like your roundabout ways of cutting people with a soft blade."
Banyi smiled at Ye Buyu. "Sorry, my companion has a bit of a temper. Please forgive him."
Ye Buyu raised an eyebrow. You certainly picked the right person to address.
"It's fine. It has nothing to do with me anyway. He was talking about you."
The Blueprint Drafters who had just taken their seats stiffened. The atmosphere froze into a strange stalemate, the silence awkward enough to make their toes curl.
Banyi kept smiling and said nothing, a cold glint flashing through her eyes.
Well, this has fallen flat. How will you respond now? Let me see what gives you such confidence.
Xiang Mingyang's eyes shifted, and she glanced at Banyi.
"You didn't accept any of our invitations before, but now you've taken the initiative to invite us here. Why?"
Mu Bingge spoke indifferently. "You sent us invitations, and we sent invitations back. We were returning the courtesy. May I ask what you wanted to discuss when you sent those invitations?"
Xiang Mingyang sighed inwardly. Throwing it straight back at us? You really won't engage with a single move?
The towering Hang Jiuwang said impatiently, "Wasn't there talk of opening up the End of the World? My people have all been discussing it. I sent the invitation to discuss that. After all, a new civilization does have value worth