"Something has happened in Central State..."
Atop a pavilion of the Gongsun Family.
Gongsun Qianlong furrowed his brows, calculating something with his fingers.
"The Seven Stars obscure, unpredictable? How could this be?"
He calculated again, this time for the Western Continent.
"The aura of Dragon Valley has clearly ended... Why do I still feel this sense of palpitation?"
"Young master, the family has asked for you to come over, saying it's about the distribution of the alien species," the young man at the door called out softly.
But as soon as he finished speaking, he flinched under Gongsun Qianlong's piercing gaze.
However, by the time he looked again, Gongsun Qianlong had reverted to his usual calm and low-key demeanor, with none of the sharpness from a moment ago, making the young man wonder if he had imagined it.
"Young master?" he asked again, cautiously.
Gongsun Qianlong stood up and said, "Tell them I'm about to die and not to bother me unless it's important."
