The command center of the Celestial Spear was silent.
Only the low hum of the spacecraft filled the air, along with the cold light of the panels spilling over the large round table in the center of the room.
Twelve great geniuses—arrogant and powerful—surrounded that table, none of them saying a word.
Joining them were the leaders of the Nine Great Sects and the patriarchs of the Three Great Families. Beside them sat two commanders of the United Orthodox Army, two grand elders of the Orthodox Martial Alliance, and two more elders representing the many smaller sects and families.
The mere presence of so many figures of that caliber gathered in one place was enough to make the air feel heavy.
Tianjin sat right in the center. The seat to his right was empty, reserved for his daughter, while the one to his left awaited Qingyi.
Yuehan already occupied the seat beside it, her back straight and her hands folded in her lap, waiting in silence.
"Dad!"
