"..."
"..."
Silence fell over the crowd, many opened their mouths but found themselves at a loss for words.
As they returned from their excitent and thrill, they gradually recalled the unique nature of this island. This powerful presence had no intention of granting them special favors, acting as their caretaker, providing them with attentive and ticulous service, allowing them to effortlessly manage everything without any cost for the desired outcos.
The aning was clear—to understand the give and take, and even if they stayed, there was no guarantee of success.
This was quite different from the subconscious imaginations they had initially... But due to that glance, no one dared to oppose, not even daring to think of fighting for their rightful interests; they could only think anxiously under this premise.
So—how should one make a decision?
"I’ve decided! I will stay!" The elder decisively declared in a firm voice.
At his age, he didn’t have many years left to live. If he didn’t seize this opportunity, he would truly be buried. So why hesitate? Moreover, in his relentless pursuit over the years, he had fully prepared himself.
Following him was naturally a middle-aged man who gritted his teeth and resolutely uttered the sa words.
They had persisted for so long, it was no longer a spur-of-the-mont decision; they certainly wouldn’t retreat at this point.
However, the others looked at each other, faces struggling and pained, unsure of what to do.
"If you’ve made up your minds, go find a place in the village to stay; there are plenty of empty houses..." The Immortal said indifferently, without any special expression, just casually glancing around at the others, "There’s no rush for those who haven’t decided, but it’s best to decide quickly..."
This was a kind reminder; currently, the Ti Barrier has not been adjusted.
Outside, the world maintained a fifty-fold Ti Flow Speed compared to Penglai Island, so from the ti this group entered the island and exhausted themselves through infighting and desperate rushing to this mont, more than four days had passed outside...
If they didn’t want to stay and wait for the ga release, it was best to leave quickly.
"..."
"..."
In the silent atmosphere, a tense anxiety seed to spread contagiously.
The difference in status and position granted varying authority to their words, just like how a simple sentence from them in the past could leave many ordinary people restless.
It’s the sa reason now, although the powerful presence opposite appeared gentle, as if kindly offering a helpful hint, it also "urged" them to decide quickly... Therefore, no one could ignore this pressure, visibly becoming tense.
This was a trendous opportunity, but the cost seed too high. They were all wealthy or noble; could they truly abandon the myriad pleasures of the outside world so easily? Moreover, there was no certainty of success, and if they failed, wouldn’t they lose a great deal?
However, they were reluctant to give up. The urging from this powerful presence made them anxious as ants on a hot pan, nearly everyone was in a rush as fine sweat beaded on their foreheads under imnse psychological pressure, unsure how to choose.
"Th-this... sir, h-hello..."
At this mont, a voice feigned calmness sounded.
Gu Mo looked indifferently towards the voice. The crowd parted, and it was a woman in an elegant evening gown who appeared to be twenty-five or twenty-six years old, exuding a mature yet youthful charm, though a swelling on her forehead slightly marred her delicate features.
However, at this mont, she still straightened her body and faced his gaze, speaking seriously though stamringly.
"I... I’m Xin Zhen..."
She introduced herself bravely, yet dared not et those Star Pupils, instinctively turning her head slightly, "I’m... I’m a representative mber of the National Special Operations Bureau, primarily responsible for investigating supernatural domains and related events..."
She introduced her identity, adjusted her breathing, striving to make her tone fluent and natural.
Among the crowd behind her, there was a faint stir, with so ignorant of the inside story, others from different countries preparing, and still others whose specific identities were unclear, yet she was the designated negotiator for now.
The next mont, several others also stepped out from the crowd, similarly stamring while revealing their identities.
At this mont, they all laid their cards on the table because the negotiation with the other side would be from a national stance.
"Oh..."
The Immortal across gave a faint "oh," glanced at those ten or so people, showing no surprise, and asked calmly, "So, what do you want to say?"
"This..."
Xin Zhen struggled to adjust her breathing, feeling her heart in turmoil. She wanted to regain the poise she had during rehearsals, neither servile nor overbearing, but as soon as she rembered the true identity of the young man opposite—a sacred Dragon God, an indescribably colossal presence—she couldn’t help but find her very breath disordered.
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