Dragon City.
On the Dragonview Platform.
The man seemed as if he had never called Wu Kuang moments ago, instead gazing calmly at the uniquely extraordinary document in his hand.
The term "document" seemed somewhat inappropriate.
It was a bizarre fragment formed by condensed spiritual power.
It was also a frame gathered into an image like a video.
Within the image, there was a vast golden hall.
Inside the hall, there were bizarre, illusory screens, with numbers flickering on each screen.
Every flicker of a number accelerated the breathing of many people below, as if every change in the numbers concerned their very existence.
However, within this image, behind the flickering numbers, there was an incomprehensible fluctuation, infused within all of this, and everything coalesced onto this grand hall, into that equally golden, bizarre core.
Only the man in front could, through merely watching this video, detect something amiss.
