But it was impossible to lose sight of the bigger picture and exclude Su Chen. It was the Spirit of Sun, after all. Even the lowest level of acknowledgment could potentially yield benefits.
"What is this thing?" Su Chen walked down the corridor, watching a silvery-white metallic sphere darting and bobbing through the air around him.
"It's for the public live broadcast."
"Live broadcast?" Su Chen paused, slightly taken aback.
"Yeah," Chu Ran said matter-of-factly. "This is the Peak Star Conference. Who knows how many betting pools are running out there right now? Every faction wants to see how their younger generation performs. By this stage, they usually broadcast it live."
Su Chen shot another glance at the zooming metallic sphere, feeling an inexplicable sense of déjà vu. "All right."
Emerging from the specially constructed corridor, they arrived at the base of the tower. Instantly, several pairs of eyes turned their way.
