After the New Year, the festive atmosphere seemed to raise the temperature of the Base City by several degrees.
On the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, Ning Ze dragged his suitcase to the airport in the main urban district. There were not as many people seeing him off this time—only his family had come.
At the same time, Luo Feng's family was there as well, along with Zhuge Tao, the supervisor who had recommended him, and Instructor Jiang Nian.
Another round of farewells followed.
"Brother Ning, when do you think the War God from headquarters will arrive?" Luo Feng asked doubtfully. He had already agreed to Ning Ze's invitation, and the message from headquarters had put him even more at ease.
"A War God?"
Ning Ze smiled faintly and teased, "The War God is me, of course. What, do I not look like one?"
Luo Feng blurted out, "Aren't you a student?"
He understood Ning Ze's talent and had witnessed that kind of influence, but as for his strength...
Luo Feng did not believe that Ning Ze had become a War God after just two months at the Elite Training Camp. Ning Ze was not a Mental Master—there was no way he could cultivate so quickly.
Ning Ze shrugged. "Do I not look like one?"
He smiled helplessly, then continued, "In fact, I really am a War God. And not just me—out of the more than 180 students at headquarters, thirty-five now have the strength of War Gods."
"The students entering their fifth year are about to graduate. Becoming War Gods is perfectly normal. Even those who haven't reached War God level are close. Otherwise, why would it be called the War God Reserve Team?"
Luo Feng looked stunned, his expression a little strange. "You've all become War