The deathly silent conference room grew increasingly eerie.
Only the upper echelons of the base had the qualifications to attend this meeting.
As the head of the Omega Sequence, Chen Bojun naturally sat at the very end of the long table.
To his left, Han Jing, the Deputy Captain of the Night Watchers, sat with her arms crossed, her expression as icy as frost.
Beside her was Wang Taisheng, his face dark and grim.
On the right side sat Councilman Zhang from the Judgement Court, his face cold and silent.
Accompanying him was Deacon Nie, whose expression revealed palpable unease.
Aside from these familiar faces, there were also some new ones—likely family representatives and sect leaders who had hurried in from various regions.
The atmosphere grew stranger after Gu Jianlin's question.
After all, the ones missing were the most core members—the brightest and best heirs nurtured by each faction.
Disappearing without a trace—the situation was indeed odd.
