Reuniting with the Little Heavenly Master

But Bo Yue surely had his own plans. He was no fool, and he had his own strategies for command and deployment. Li Qi did not need to worry too much.

Li Qi still trusted him quite a bit.

It was just that...

He really was rather tired. Seventy years of uninterrupted fighting, killing over ten thousand fifth-rankers—on average, he had to take down one every day or so.

Basically, Li Qi had roamed constantly between countless war zones, without any rest or respite. Every day was high-intensity combat. By himself, he had done the work of several Executioner Squads.

To get Bo Yue to speak up and use public power for private ends just once, he had truly worked himself to the bone.

Now, Li Qi was aboard a flying vessel, waiting for it to carry him to the battlefield.

The flying vessel would reach its destination in about two chen. Those two chen were also Li Qi's only time to rest.

About fifty years ago, Li Qi had still piloted the flying vessel himself.

But later, he truly could not endure it any longer, so he asked Bo Yue to assign him a sixth-ranker as a companion, a dedicated driver. That way, Li Qi could properly rest while traveling.

Because... if he did not, Li Qi might not have been able to hold on.

These seventy years might have been merely seventy years to others.

But for Li Qi, they had been at least a hundred times longer—no less than seven thousand years.

He had constantly gone back in time, constantly reincarnated, constantly lived through more time. An experience that should have happened once had to be undergone again and again. Even something as simple as piloting a flying vessel along a route—Li Qi had once repeated the