The board of Sakata Heavy Industries had two main directors. Including the chairman, there were three of them in total, all of whom were True Immortals.
"A few Earth Immortals, you say..." The old director pondered for a moment. 'That should be enough,' he thought. The main thing was that he wouldn't have to go investigate himself.
He asked again:
"How long until they arrive?"
"Well..." The Celestial Human beside him wiped away a bead of sweat. "Even at top speed, I'm afraid it will be dusk by the time they get there."
The old director's heart settled. Dusk. That was about seven or eight hours away, which was acceptable.
He could wait.
As he was thinking, he suddenly froze.
On the satellite image, the young man seated in the clouds was, at some unknown point, holding a guqin.
While playing the guqin, the young man looked up. Through the screen, through the satellite far off in space, he gave the director a brilliant smile.
