Marching Forward

After Si Qianjun left, Lin Shuguang was taken aboard the special vehicle disguised as a tourist bus once his identity had been confirmed.

After boarding, Lin Shuguang found two people already seated inside. A cold-faced young man sat in the last row with his eyes closed, resting, while a middle-aged man quietly read a book in his hands.

When he noticed Lin Shuguang, the man reading clearly froze for a moment, but quickly recovered and smiled as he nodded. "Lin Shuguang?"

Lin Shuguang did not recognize him. "How should I address you?"

The middle-aged man smiled, rose, and extended his hand. "Bai Hu, from Haicheng. I personally witnessed your performance in the Hundred Schools League back then. Truly impressive for someone so young."

He knew nothing about what had happened to Lin Shuguang afterward. At the start of the year, Lin Shuguang had still been a Viscera Refining Grandmaster. He had never imagined that Lin Shuguang had already become a Profound Connection Realm expert, which was why he had hesitated slightly upon seeing him.

Bai Hu?

Lin Shuguang glanced at the middle-aged man without revealing anything. "Hello."

Bai Hu still had no idea what impression his name had left on Lin Shuguang. He smiled and said, "The higher-ups said they would send more personnel this time, but I never expected it to be you. Oh, right—this is Su Muyu, our team's Di Ting. He's got ears sharper than the wind itself."

Lin Shuguang followed Bai Hu's gesture and looked over, but Su Muyu was still resting with his eyes closed, apparently too lazy to open them.

Bai Hu leaned closer and whispered, "We went through a major battle last night, and Little Su was rather drained. He probably hasn't woken up yet."

Lin Shuguang nodded. From the moment he had