In the corner, a half-body projection sourced from technological civilization reveals the robust figure of a middle-aged man, glaring and shouting:
"Our spies have detected a very strange force! It's suspected to be the disciples of the Black Storm! Should we ambush them?"
"Do we have images?"
"Yes! I'll send them over right away... Just wait a moment, boss, interstellar transmission is slow... But why do our communications have no delay, yet message transmission is so slow?"
Hei Yao calmly explained, "Because this is communication technology from two ancient civilizations. Their modules are closed, the technical routes can't merge... Here it is."
Beside the desk, a machine resembling a large fax machine spits out a damp photo.
Ships in the sky, Blade Beast Group, and the constantly flickering golden lights...
Hei Yao instantly sat up and stared at the photo for a few seconds before rushing out.
"Prepare the transmission gate! Quick!"
