"Today, we, the second-generation disciples of the Chan School, will join forces to help you achieve success!"
Looking into Yu Ding Zhenren's smiling eyes, Xu Kun felt as though a giant hand had clenched around his heart, the pain leaving him unable to breathe.
He had actually sensed it long ago. His master seemed to have been secretly preparing something significant behind his back.
He had guessed as much, but what exactly Yu Ding Zhenren had been planning remained as obscure as a flower seen through mist.
With the affairs of the race added on top, Xu Kun had yet to fully mature, yet he kept everything firmly under control. Even when it came to something as momentous as going to war with the Angel Race, Xu Kun had spoken of defeat before victory. Should the human race prove unable to hold on, he had the ability to save the collapsing structure.
He would never simply send the older generation of human powerhouses and the rising stars of the younger generation into a hopeless situation.
Thus, though he could guess that his master had plans of his own, Xu Kun naturally assumed they were arrangements for the race's development, much like those made in the past.
Since his master had not spoken of it, Xu Kun found it inappropriate to press him.
Yet that faint unease had always lingered in Xu Kun's heart, especially the slightly desolate, almost farewell-like words his master had spoken back on Jade Spring Mountain.
But at the time, the racial war was at its height, and Xu Kun had no time to spare for anything else.
What he never could have imagined was that everything his master had planned had been for him today.
Or rather, his master and all his martial uncles had foreseen