"Jing, actually, I was never Gamma Rank."
"Gret, I've already been corrupted by the Hidden Society."
Gretwor held the communicator and fell silent for a long while, doubt rising in his heart.
"What is society? What is corruption—"
"What did you say?!"
Unlike his silence and confusion, Xiajian Jing reacted as though she had stepped on a live wire. She shot to her feet and roared through the communicator, "What kind of joke is that, Gretwor Nightong?! If you're not Gamma Rank (3), how have you held on until now? For forty years, you haven't visibly aged. You can withstand the destructive force of Gamma Ranks head-on. You can even..."
As she spoke, she suddenly fell silent. After a pause, having gathered enough emotion, she said faintly, "If you aren't Gamma Rank, why did you take part in those dangerous operations, especially this war..."
"Even I, a Gamma Rank, can't play any important role in this war. What can you do by coming here?"
"Gret, answer me."
Holding the communicator, Gretwor said solemnly, "I am a son of the Heavenly Ring People. More than anyone, I should be the one to die at the front."
"Then who will lead us?"
Gretwor raised his head. At some point, Xiajian Jing had returned from the other side. There were no visible wounds on her body, but she was covered in soot and blood from explosions. The bronze collar around her neck trembled continuously, and he could clearly hear the thunderous rush of blood pounding within it.
"Jing..."
The moment he spoke, Xiajian Jing punched him in the face.
Bang! His head snapped to the side, then Xiajian Jing pulled him tightly into her arms. Her body trembled without stop. Gritting her teeth, she roared softly into his ear:
"You idiot! If we