Who traveled through time and was forced to inherit the position of young master?

The Zhihu on the Internet responded immediately, clicking repeatedly without giving up, jumping back and forth between the official Blue Star and Interstellar Alliance, and then showing a wise expression of sudden enlightenment, leaving behind a funny emoticon of eating melons and leaving contentedly.

"Although everything seems harmonious, why do I feel like there's an undercurrent going on?"

"I feel the same way. Lan Xing's little expression is so vivid. Lu Yuan is really straightforward. He doesn't have time, hahahaha."

"Am I the only one who cares about the so-called secrets discovered by Guan Canghai? What did they find on the other side? Is there anything that the Chaoyang people cannot know? Tell me!"

Interstellar netizens were sitting in the melon field eating melons, expressing their opinions on this incident one by one, and there were also debates. Some thought that Blue Star was too perfunctory, while others thought that Mellor was negligent in his work.

Eventually, two opinions emerged. One opinion was that Mailer was proactive in contacting Blue Star personnel and as the Secretary-General was friendly and amiable, which in itself gave Blue Star enough face, and Blue Star's response seemed inhumane.

The two of them directly produced evidence. Blue Star had already planned a trip to the Space-Time Administration, but now that Mellor had announced the invitation without authorization, they were caught in the middle and were in the most difficult situation.

Moreover, Lu Yuan himself is well-known for his sincerity. His reply seemed stiff, but it was not wrong. The groundless accusations he faces now are really unprovoked.

On the surface, the argument seemed like an old lady drinking tea, slow and logical, and so friendly that they were almost just gossiping about family matters. But behind the scenes, both sides had transformed into Tyrannosaurus Rex warriors, rushing to the forum in rage, holding communicators and killing everyone.

Those who supported Mailer were the first to speak up and started making sarcastic comments.

【Xianqing Yazhi: Oh~ I’m busy. Lan Xing is really a busy man.】

[Big Loudspeaker Windmill: Anyone who says this is either stupid or evil. Even with the evidence in front of their face, they are still being sarcastic.]

[Makabaka: But Blue Star's attitude is really not good. The word "no time" is too blunt. How can you talk to the Secretary General of the Interstellar Alliance like this?! ]

[Shuiqian Wangbaduo: The brother above is going too far. What's wrong with the Secretary-General of the Interstellar Alliance? Can't we talk to him like a human being? ]

【Mei Le Ge Mei: Here is a collection of Lu Yuan’s speeches, you will understand after reading it. And let’s put it in your shoes. First you make an appointment with a big shot to go to his house, and then a big shot invites you. To be honest, if I were from Blue Star, my head would explode right now. 】

[Macabaca: Let me be frank. Can't Blue Star learn from the Secretary-General? Look at their announcement. They didn't even wait for a reply. It was made public in a flash.]

[Shuiqian Wangbaduo: emmm, I am a senior worker, I sneer at the leaders' twists and turns, but at first glance, why do I smell a scent of conspiracy? The pungent smell of preemptive strike and moral kidnapping. ]

"Tsk tsk tsk, I have to say, the public has sharp eyes and can see the grievances we have suffered." Fang Zhixin shook his head and read the comments with great satisfaction, occasionally switching to his secondary account to add fuel to the fire.

Bai Yuefeng, who was passing by, took a glance and saw Fang Zhixin concentrating on speaking frantically on his trumpet. The content of his speech made him raise a question mark over his head.

"Makabaka? Is this how you play by using a trumpet to speak for your opponent and stir up trouble?"

"The effect is great. At least this basin of dirty water can't be poured out." Fang Zhixin raised his head and glanced at the others.

Zhong An was in contact with the Space-Time Administration Bureau. Going to the Space-Time Administration Bureau was indeed their next move, but they had not thought of doing it so high-profile before.

Therefore, the Space-Time Administration still needs to report to Mirandova to avoid being exposed.

Moreover, there is a new time and space demon god in the team, who is a relatively important existence on the other side. This matter still needs to be made known to the Time and Space Administration. As for whether he will go or not, this depends on his personal wishes.

Thinking of this, even Fang Zhixin felt a headache. They kidnapped a space-time demon god, just like a wild hero running away with the princess, and the king tacitly approved it. If this matter were to be made public, the sun at home would explode to express shock.

Tianquan Headquarters

The packed meeting has ended, those who needed to leave have already left, and now there are only a few people left.

The person sitting in the main seat was adjusting his gloves slowly, while the others were waiting in silence.

The dim room was silent, even the sound of the heartbeat seemed harsh. The pale projection light fell on the white robe, illuminating the intricate and obscure scepter patterns on it, revealing a cold and ruthless feeling.

Mellor lowered his head slightly, and a drop of sweat slid down from his temple along his jawline, like a bead that broke off the string and fell onto the gray carpet, or like a drop of water falling, breaking the silence.

The seated man paused with his fingers.

"It has been preliminarily confirmed that Fang Zhixin's hidden talent is the Voice of All Things. The scope of his ability is unknown. For now, treat it as a precognitive talent. Activate the A-level plan to raise the alert line. I will ask what happened on the other side later. The Spacetime Administration and Blue Star, keep a close eye on them and report in real time. Don't act rashly."

When Mailer heard about the A-level plan, his body shook slightly. It was actually A-level. Only those who had the ability and potential to threaten Tianquan would activate the A-level and response plan.

This is equivalent to the highest level kill order within Tianquan. Currently, the only target worthy of activation is Youhai. Youhai has tenth-level strongmen, so it is normal to activate the A-level plan. But with only Fang Zhixin and Guan Canghai, is it really that dangerous?

Although Mellor was full of doubts and confusion in his heart, he remained silent. The Speaker did not like others' unfounded rebuttals, and did not like others' judgments made due to personal impulse. It was more practical to either obey his orders or provide evidence to prove one's point of view.

When Mellor raised his head, the person in the main seat had already left, and the remaining few people were able to catch their breath.

The other side of the land, exile wasteland

A man walked out from the wind and sand, frowning as he looked at the huge deep pit under his feet, the scarred earth full of knife marks in the distance, the frozen river, the dry forest with the faint traces of thunder after being burned, and the traces of various storms.

"It looks like they've been here before."

Before he could move forward, a heavy and grand voice reached his ears.

"Gong Sui, you shouldn't come here."

The storm created by the power lifted the white robe covering his face, revealing a gentle and inconspicuous middle-aged man underneath.

Gong Sui narrowed his eyes slightly: "As a collaborator, shouldn't you explain the current situation? Guan Canghai has been here before, how much do they know about our affairs?"

"Guan Canghai? Are you referring to those crazy people who followed Mu Yuan in and robbed houses?"

Gong Sui paused for a moment, as if he had not expected that those people would be seen in such a way in the eyes of his collaborators.