Unknown location, Upper Heavens.
A group of black-robed men was sitting on a round table, but one of them was in a red robe.
Each of them had a number marked on their shoulders.
The one in the red robe has the least number, indicating his higher authority.
The number was 8.
While the others were 16, 24, 32 and so on, till 96.
Total of twelve individuals on the table. And they were currently in an argument.
"Let's attack right now!" One of them called out loud, "Why should we wait for them?"
"No. We have already discussed this, and it's not a good idea." Another person retorted, "You're new to this group; you don't understand the situation."
"I am new!?" The person earlier felt offended, "I have been here for fifteen goddamn years!"
"That's still not enough."
"How is that not enough?"
Just then, someone besides the red-robed man waved his hand and gestured the two to shut up.