Preparations for Forging a Sword

Early that morning, Chu Fei attended a discussion meeting at the Potion Research Center.

News had already spread that the elites of the Wei Family, Huang Family, and others had withdrawn the previous night, taking more than two thousand soldiers with them.

There was no helping it. Along a full three kilometers of city wall near the western gate, not a single soldier could be seen, and the gate stood wide open. It was far too conspicuous.

Their efficiency overnight was also thanks to the Self-Salvation Society's advance preparations. Chu Fei had not ordered this; it had been planned by the Self-Salvation Society itself.

It had to be said that the Self-Salvation Society was now a mature organization. It no longer needed much support from Chu Fei.

One could even say that the Wei Family, Huang Family, and other elites leaving Green Stone City this time would gradually be assimilated by the Self-Salvation Society.

After all, once they left Green Stone City and the sphere of influence of Red Pine City, those elites of the Wei Family, Huang Family, and the rest would lose the foundation on which they stood.

Once they reached the new High Wall, they could only survive by huddling together for warmth.

At the meeting in the Potion Research Center, Li Wenhui leaned back in his chair, carefully avoiding the wound on his chest. Seeing that Chu Fei and Ren Qingyun had already recovered, he could not help sighing. "Back then, I thought the Reflection Spell took up too much processing power, so I didn't learn it. Once I recover from this, I'll definitely learn the Reflection Spell."

Chu Fei said nothing and merely sat quietly.

No one else spoke either. Everyone wore heavy expressions.

Li Wenhui gave a soft laugh and forced a grin. "Come