"Then where are they?"
Han Feng pressed, "There are hundreds of people in this hall. How come I haven't seen a single combatant from Star Sea Technology?"
"I... I don't know either!"
Zhao Hai was on the verge of tears. "We split up as soon as we entered the Secret Realm.
Their mission was apparently to recover some data from the core area. They were never with us logistics guys."
"The core area..."
Han Feng released his grip, lost in thought.
He straightened up, his gaze passing over the crowd to the thick gray fog outside the hall.
What Zhao Hai had just said sparked a realization.
On his way back, fighting through everything, all he'd seen were small and mid-sized societies, or ordinary teams like the Sharp Sword Society.
Where had the group at the very top of East Sea Martial Arts University's pyramid gone?
Lu Yunxiao of the Inner City's Lu Family, the so-called show-off who could fly.
