Wu Yi Academy had previously held a nationwide league. Yao Zhiyi had invited Chen Chuan to be a guest for the league, and he had agreed.
Chen Chuan had been occupied with the matter of overthrowing the old dynasty, and because of the war, the league seemed to have been suspended halfway through.
Now that the war had largely ended, the Wuyi Head Institute had restarted the league and sent him an invitation. Of course, that would be after the New Year.
As the Frontline commander, he would at least have to wait until the Convergence Zone had largely stabilized before handing this mess over to his replacement.
After giving it some thought, he felt that the Wuyi Head Institute's decision to hold the league at this time was likely in response to the Skyline Project. They wanted to make some changes from within.
That was obvious. Skyline would bring countless changes. This tide would set everything that had once stood firm in motion. Under its force, stubborn things would either be destroyed or transformed, taking the initiative to embrace everything new.
Clashes along the way were unavoidable. Perhaps in the past, they could have taken years, decades, or even longer to sort things out slowly, but there was no time now.
It was not hard to foresee that over this final year or so, the conflict between the two factions would become extremely sharp. Some clashes would surely be unavoidable.
After leaving the telegraph room, he returned to the fortress. After drinking a hot beverage, he set up a simple ritual and then picked up the Snow Monarch Blade.
It had only been a few days since he had slain Emperor Wenguang. The Snow Monarch Blade was still dormant, but it could naturally be awakened when needed.
He drew