"Has your Mental Realm reached the Manifestation stage?"
Tai Jun asked calmly.
"No."
Feng Wuyang shook his head.
"Oh, so you think you don't have many years left and have decided to go die on your own terms? Hoping to earn yourself a glorious reputation?"
Tai Jun scoffed, speaking with cutting sarcasm:
"If your Great Expansion Movement is exposed—the one you pushed through single-handedly—forget being called a 'martyr.' The tribunal will surely nail you to the pillar of shame as a 'traitor,' and your name will stink for generations.
"All the citizens of Hengzhou New Star, all those innocent people who lost their children and family members—they'll be more than happy to spit on your grave. Some might even go further."
Feng Wuyang's expression remained calm. The governor said nothing; the hard lines carved by time made him look like a silent statue.
But when he opened his mouth, his irreverent nature came surging out, and he had the air of a rowdy old soldier.
"Once you're dead, what's the point of worrying about all that? You're getting more and more human, Tai."
Feng Wuyang casually reached out to pat Tai Jun on the shoulder, but the latter stepped aside.
"History will judge me fairly. Of New Dongxia's thirty-two Administrative Regions, only the Four Alliance Region remains under a high-intensity lockdown.
"If we don't deal with the star-god abominations, this place will always be the front line. How can we talk about development?
"Once the lockdown is lifted, the Four Alliance Region's strategic resources will ensure it takes off.
"If we choose to expand outward in the future, the Four Alliance Region can become a new springboard for reaching the galaxy!"
Feng Wuyang pushed away the war table and brought up a star map.
A magnificent model appeared, encompassing Hengzhou,