"Really?" Li Yuan looked at Xu Bo excitedly, momentarily forgetting to continue eating.
When his fist technique had broken through to the Fourth Stage, Li Yuan had been thrilled. He had planned to share the good news with his uncle once his Starry Sky Fighting Net rank rose to Meteor.
Yet when his spear technique entered the Fourth Stage, Li Yuan had felt little joy instead.
Only now, after learning that Base No. 3 had not yet fallen, did the depression in Li Yuan's heart ease considerably.
Hope flared within him.
"Teacher, where did this news come from?" Li Yuan could not help asking.
"I heard Zhou Qi mention your uncle." Xu Bo said, "The school has some of your uncle's records. Xia Iron Ninth Bureau... so I had someone look into it. Xia Iron Ninth Bureau's construction support teams were mainly concentrated at War Bases No. 3 and No. 4."
"At present, the only one that has lost contact is Base No. 3." Xu Bo said. "And given your situation, I guessed your uncle was probably at Base No. 3."
Li Yuan nodded slightly.
After spending so much time together, Li Yuan had long discovered that although his teacher looked like a rough brute on the outside, he was actually meticulous as a needle.
"My second uncle is at Base No. 3," Li Yuan said.
"From what I know, this was the fiercest counterattack by the alien races deep within Luo Bu Sea. They had accumulated strength for years and had previously been luring the enemy deeper..." Xu Bo briefly explained. "The casualties were immense. The first three War Bases were all besieged, and Forward Bases No. 1 and No. 2 have already fallen."
"Base No. 3 is the Forward Base that has been operated for the longest and