Feng Jun and Yi Jue lay in ambush for an entire day and night, yet neither the Insect Race nor the Federation showed up. By noon of the second day, they had even put away the Rain-Praying Array, but still detected nothing unusual.
By evening, the two gave up on the ambush. Yi Jue felt somewhat indignant. "How could this happen? Did I wait an entire night for nothing?"
"We can go somewhere else," Feng Jun suggested. "What they are thinking isn't important to us. If you insist on considering their thoughts, you're the one narrowing your own path."
"That makes sense." Yi Jue nodded without hesitation. She had always been someone who only knew herself and not others, and upon hearing this, she felt that she had been overly fussy. "I shouldn't be considering their reaction... Where are we going now?"
"To the Hesheng Production Base," Feng Jun answered decisively. "We still need to give the Human Race some ammunition."
"Then let's go." Yi Jue had no objections. "You're so close to Hesheng. You haven't narrowed your own path because of that, have you?"
"At worst, I'll make a donation. What's the big deal? As long as my conscience is clear," Feng Jun replied. That really was not what concerned him. "What I want to know now is whether Xingzheng Star... has set its sights on me and refuses to let go."
Yi Jue had not wanted to speak, but in the end, she still said, "If you need something, I can help you take it by force. Forming too much karma with them is not necessarily a good thing."
"Karma..." Feng Jun frowned, then shook his head. "Forget it. Let's go there first and talk later."
When the two arrived over a hundred li from the Hesheng base,