At that moment, a powerful thought surged through Jiang Yue. The instant it surfaced, it grew more intense, utterly unstoppable.
He wished he could see his mother right away. A mother and child were bound heart to heart. Though they had been separated for ten years, the bond of blood had not weakened; after his mother had appeared in his dreams night after night recently, he missed her even more.
And Jiang Yue was not yet twenty. Even an old man on the verge of death, dreaming of his mother in the middle of the night, would be stirred by warm feelings and unable to resist longing for her. Even at seventy or eighty, recalling the warmth of being nestled in his mother's arms as a child would bring a smile to his lips and fill him with comfort.
So Jiang Yue, having received this startling intelligence, could not possibly remain calm.
No matter how unflappable he usually was in the face of chaos, even he could hardly stay composed now.
Still, deep down, Jiang Yue had not lost his reason entirely. This lead was certainly crucial, but he absolutely could not act rashly.
According to Elder Bronze Coconut, his mother was in an awkward position at the Academy. Her status was more complicated than that of a mere prisoner.
Why had so many Surface Human captives become raw materials for the special medicine, while the people in his mother's caravan had all survived?
Although many of the old men were no longer alive, they had mostly died of old age, natural causes, or illness—not because they had been made into raw materials.
There was no doubt that the people in his mother's missing caravan were a very different group to the Underground Race.
"The first prong is to infiltrate