1195 Critical Question!

Because of the limited time, the Conference Center of the New Federation at the center of Grand Desolate City was not completed yet.

The walls, still the color of lead gray, were yet to be painted and decorated. The vast ceiling was packed with complicated tubes. Crystal cables were dangling down like boas. Even the seats were not installed yet but scattered in all the containers.

The hundred Nascent Soul Stage Cultivators, however, were not bothered in the least. They sat or stood in the messy conference hall casually, filling the shabby room with a sacred solemnity.

Li Yao felt that his head was dizzy when he walked into the conference hall.

On the dark ceiling, the illumination rune arrays and the light beam projectors were glittering, casting him into the illusion that he was in an open field under a starry sky.

Looking at the faces that were as calm as statues, Li Yao could not help but think about a lot of things.