In just a few short days.
Chen Shouyi had already mastered the shield-and-sword technique, and with a mind as quick as a supercomputer, he had optimized and refined it countless times. He was practically as proficient as someone who had practiced for a lifetime.
The great shield, reaching over half a man's height, was like an impenetrable wall. Whether attacking or defending, it followed him like a shadow, firmly guarding his body.
Time flew by.
After spending a month in Zhonghai, Chen Shouyi received intelligence and hurried to Yanzhou to take command.
By now, the war had liberated two-thirds of the Yanzhou continent.
Yet the true danger had never come from mortal warfare. It came from that lofty being.
Chen Shouyi wore a T-shirt and a pair of baggy shorts, looking as if he'd come on vacation. He slung an arm around Li Wenwu, who had come out to greet him, and said, "Old Li, it's only been a few days, and you've already lost several pounds, huh?"
Li Wenwu wasn't used to Chen Shouyi's sudden warmth, and he didn't dare struggle. That arm was like a mountain bearing down on him; he couldn't budge it even if he tried. Hearing Chen Shouyi's teasing, he couldn't help twitching the corner of his mouth and letting out a long sigh.
"It's a long story."
The words carried a world of twists and turns, laying bare all his heartache and grievances.
The big shot had just patted his backside and left, and had been gone for a whole month.
The pressure on me has been crushing—not just mentally, but physically, too.
For the past month, he'd been so busy he hadn't had a moment to catch his breath. He was either carrying out a mission or on his way to one.
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