It is strange that despite the oddities in the meeting room, and the occasional provocative glances exchanged, the overall atmosphere was quite serious.
The vast meeting room was silent with no noise or chatter.
Everyone obediently sat in their assigned places according to the allocations made by their intelligent brains.
The seating order was generally arranged by height.
Almost every person here was new and unfamiliar, each one was an outstanding in their respective galaxy or legion. No one was entirely subservient to anyone else.
Perhaps after some time traveling together, the warriors would gradually reveal their true abilities through comprehensive training, or they would experience a battle. At that time, who was donkey and who was a horse would be crystal clear.
Tiffany Bell sat upright with her arms crossed, her eyes darting left and right as she continuously observed everyone else.
