Reunion

In the hot summer wind blowing against his face, Huai Shi could not help taking off his fur hat and fanning himself.

He was rather surprised.

In the blink of an eye, he had gone from the Central Siberian Plateau to the other end of the Russian Union?

Was it really that miraculous?

After staring blankly for a moment, Huai Shi looked at the church ahead and finally reacted. "Then where is this?"

"Yekaterinburg," the priest answered readily. "You are at the Church of the Savior on Spilled Blood, under the Russian Union Lineage."

Huai Shi went numb again.

All the Russian Union Lineage's important offices and branches were distributed throughout the country and overseas in the form of churches. Especially in an industrial stronghold like the Urals, the Church of the Savior on Spilled Blood, foremost in the capital region, was clearly of immense importance.

How had he suddenly been dumped at the doorstep of the police station?

Had he gotten himself into trouble again?

That bastard Russell had not only smuggled himself across, but dragged Huai Shi down with him!

His first instinct was to launch into a three-part rant, but before he could even introduce himself, he realized something was wrong. Even if he had not gone through customs, as an Astronomical Society field agent and Special Grade Military Officer, he had the right to travel freely through the Present Realm.

As long as he remained in the Present Realm, national borders were practically nonexistent to him. At worst, he only needed to send a text message to notify the local branch.

Why fear customs?

He coughed awkwardly twice and asked, "Um, where's the old man who came with me?"

"The Bishop has important matters to discuss with Mr. Russell," the priest replied politely. "Please wait for