Milton Cheney did not say much, just nodded his head.
The next moment, messages spread from him to all over the Peak-Ocean Federation.
A heretical cult named the Apocalypse Cult quietly resurfaced in the world after a millennium.
Milton Cheney excused himself, and the young man in the Black Robe merely nodded indifferently.
In his eyes, Milton Cheney was nothing more than a tool.
His mission was to harvest enough life span, and who held power in this pasture was of little concern to him.
In an office, Milton Cheney pushed the door open and sat in the chair.
His expression was tranquil, and nothing of what had transpired could be discerned from his face.
A thousand years later, Milton Cheney's identity had wholly changed from what it had been a millennium ago.
He had leapt from being a four-province garrison commander to the president of the Council of the entire Peak-Ocean Federation.
