The Name of National Preceptor

When Wu Yong followed Chu Fei to this cluster of stone buildings and met Heilong Hongwu, Heilong Hongwu had already assembled a team and was about to set off.

Once Chu Fei and Wu Yong arrived, Heilong Hongwu directed the team to depart.

"We're going to Divine Dragon Manor, where the Grand Clan Chief is."

Chu Fei nodded. The large group set out, and Chu Fei began asking Heilong Hongwu all sorts of questions. Heilong Hongwu answered nearly everything, except for a few things he genuinely did not know.

Yet throughout this series of questions, Heilong Hongwu's gaze toward Chu Fei grew increasingly grave.

Sometimes, merely being able to ask the right questions was itself a statement—I already understand most of this.

From Jishi Mountain Fortress, where Heilong Hongwu was stationed, to their destination—Divine Dragon Manor, the Jien Clan's current capital—was over ten thousand kilometers.

They first traveled around thirty kilometers and arrived at a concealed airport.

There, Chu Fei saw large transport aircraft. Their designs were rather science-fictional, but they were covered in mottled traces of age and clearly not new.

Looking at the aircraft, Heilong Hongwu said with a sigh, "There aren't many planes like these left. Most of the production lines left behind by the Yanhuang Federation have been abandoned. Even the remaining ones have had to reduce their output as much as possible to extend their lifespan."

Chu Fei listened silently. Just those few simple remarks let him understand the Yanhuang Federation's strategy toward the Jien Clan back then: if they wanted money, they got money; if they wanted equipment, they got equipment; if they wanted technology... they got none.

The result was that the Jien Clan's circumstances had grown increasingly difficult over the years. Their weapons and equipment were insufficient.

However, based on what he