Earth, Donghua City, headquarters of the Supernatural International Alliance.
Traffic streamed along the broad streets, and international flights kept the international airport exceptionally busy. A plane landed every ten minutes or so.
On this day of blooming flowers, the Supernatural Exchange Conference, held once every fourteen to fifteen months, opened with great ceremony. Tens of thousands of experts from every field gathered in this young city to share their research from the past year.
It had to be said that the Drifting Bottle used to communicate with Zhang Ming was practically headquarters' most closely guarded secret, as well as a major political bargaining chip!
No scientist with any ambition would casually pass up the knowledge transmitted through the Drifting Bottle.
The originally tiny Donghua City had prospered over the past dozen years precisely because of these scientific and technological exchanges.
Very few people knew just how supernatural headquarters had established contact with Zhang Ming, the "founding patriarch of the Human Breathing Technique," so far away.
On this particular day, however, that connection seemed to have run into a small problem, setting rumors flying.
"Apparently, headquarters has encountered considerable trouble with communications. Not much data has been transmitted this year, so don't get your hopes too high."
Scientists naturally enjoyed gossip too, especially when the news directly affected their interests.
"What trouble? There should still be plenty left of the Flame-Horned People's and Blue Crystal People's legacy, shouldn't there? At the current transmission speed, they couldn't send it all in a hundred years!"
Several foreign scientists sat in a restaurant, ordered breakfast, and began chatting.
The atmosphere inside the restaurant was relaxed, with outstanding scholars from all over the world gathered there.
The food served was quite exquisite. Both Chinese and Western dishes were available to accommodate everyone's tastes.
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