Before long.
Hu Jingyuan went straight up to the top floor of the Nine Lives Tower and arrived before Si Shenyang.
"Lord Shaoqing."
Sensing that the atmosphere was off, Hu Jingyuan's heart lurched, and he could only force himself to remain composed.
Si Shenyang had just processed the message from the Imperial Consort. His expression was exceedingly cold and stern. Looking down at Hu Jingyuan, he asked in a low voice, "I gave you three years to repair the nodes of the modified barrier. Two years have now passed. How is the progress?"
That struck right at the thing giving Hu Jingyuan the biggest headache.
How had things progressed over these two years?
In truth, there had not been the slightest progress. He could not comprehend even a shred of the hook Weisheng Moran had left behind. He had worked at it for a full two years, yet still had no solution at all.
During this time, he had practically driven himself into depression.
Just as he had no idea what to do, Si Shenyang summoned him. His thoughts were thrown into disarray, so he could only say, "Reporting to Lord Shaoqing, I feel it is more or less done. I guarantee that I will complete the mission within three years."
"Hu Jingyuan!" Si Shenyang's eyes blazed like torches as he stared at him coldly. "Are you sure? Are you truly one hundred percent sure?"
Such a grave question put enormous pressure on Hu Jingyuan. It was highly unusual, showing just how much Si Shenyang valued this matter.
Hearing this, Hu Jingyuan lowered his head and gritted his teeth. He was already riding a tiger and unable to dismount, so he could only say, "I will do everything possible and guarantee that nothing goes wrong."
"And if something does go