Chen Shouyi landed in a village outside the city and changed his clothes.
His injuries had completely healed, leaving not a single trace, but the weight and anxiety in his heart had not eased in the slightest.
He sneezed, spitting out charred clots of blood from his lungs. Then he pulled out a watch, checked the time, and saw that it was already half past ten. He hurried toward the Space Channel.
All of Zhonghai was grim and tense. Scores of artillerymen stood atop buildings on both sides, guarding the antiaircraft guns. Tonight was destined to be sleepless.
Chen Shouyi passed through the channel and returned to the other world.
It was still evening here. His family hadn't gone to bed yet, though their relatives had all left. Only his cousin, Jiang Yanyan, remained. Apparently, her parents had left her behind.
"Brother!" Jiang Yanyan greeted him timidly.
"Getting used to the other world?" Chen Shouyi forced a faint smile and asked patiently.
"Mm, I'm pretty used to it. We went to the other world once during military training not long ago, and I even gave a speech as the student representative." As Jiang Yanyan spoke, her face reddened. It felt as if she were facing an elder, not her cousin.
Martial Apprentices had become almost universal among young people by now, but those who could become Martial Artists without relying on outside help were still exceedingly rare.
"Mm, not bad," Chen Shouyi said.
"Much better than you were back then," Mother Chen said with a smile.
Jiang Yanyan's face reddened even more. When she had first started school, the vice principal had gone out of his way to chat with her, treating her warmly and without the slightest air of authority. Then she'd come back, and she was the student