Xuan Gao did not care about the price Feng Jun had mentioned. He merely gave a bitter smile. "That Gate Chip was delivered to me yesterday."
"Mm." Feng Jun nodded impassively. "I once suggested that you could pass it on to me... Go on."
"Thank you for your trust." Xuan Gao gave another bitter smile. "But two people have already died over that chip!"
Hearing that, Feng Jun's suspended heart settled. As long as nothing had happened to the chip. "Mm. Go on."
It turned out that Rock Marshal had gradually recovered and begun walking around the sanatorium for exercise. The Federation's former God of War had actually returned—though only within the sanatorium, it was still enough to cause an enormous sensation.
The military had wanted to keep it confidential, but that was unrealistic. It was not that people lacked an awareness of secrecy; Rock Marshal's influence in the military was simply too great. Not to mention his former subordinates, he also had an enormous number of supporters—he was the Federation's God of War.
Once people learned that the God of War had actually risen from his sickbed, countless people came to visit. Even if they could not enter, they were content just to catch a glimpse of him from afar.
Then people began asking what sort of Divine Doctor had been invited, or what kind of breakthrough the Federation had made in the medical field.
No one answered that question, but someone asked the marshal, "Can you command battles again?"
Rock Marshal had always kept a tight lid on things, but when it came to returning to the battlefield, he had to convey a positive message. So he said that there would be no problem with him commanding on the battlefield; the key was how the Federation chose to