Hearing Huo Qubing's voice again, Lin Qiye froze.
He wanted to see me alone?
The other members of the Nightfall Squad all turned to look at him. Lin Qiye nodded and headed straight for the fissure.
As Lin Qiye leaped down, layers of heavy earth flashed past his eyes. In the darkness below, a dazzling golden gleam flickered, rapidly expanding in his vision.
A scorching, majestic aura enveloped his entire body. It felt as if a blazing furnace lay beneath his feet; the farther he descended, the harder it became to breathe.
After falling for several dozen seconds, Lin Qiye's feet touched the ground. Looking up from this position, the fissure was nearly invisible to the naked eye...
General Huo Qubing had actually struck from so far beneath the surface?
Lin Qiye was deeply shocked.
He looked around. This was a broad, naturally formed cavern. At its center, a golden river surged out from the darkness, like a roaring dragon sweeping over Lin Qiye's head.
Before it, Lin Qiye looked as tiny as an ant.
"So this is the full extent of Great Xia's National Destiny..." Lin Qiye murmured as he gazed at the torrent.
"Lin Qiye."
A voice emerged from the torrent. A figure like a massive boulder stood in the middle of the National Destiny current, clad in battered armor and looking down at Lin Qiye below.
Before him, the bloodstained spear stood amid the churning National Destiny like a pillar that steadied the sea.
Lin Qiye immediately bowed respectfully.
"This junior, Lin Qiye, greets the Marquis of Champion!"
"No need for formalities." Huo Qubing spoke calmly, his eyes fixed on Lin Qiye as though observing something.
After a brief silence, Lin Qiye could not help asking,
"My Lord, why did you summon me...?"
"There is nothing urgent...