The Obsidian-grade Warplane streaked in from the horizon and landed at the designated Aviation Port under the guiding lights of Crimson Fortress.
By the time Xu Jingming stepped down from the warplane, the tall and slender Ji Shulan was already waiting for him.
She had caught a glimpse of Xu Jingming at the previous United Nations conference.
Yet seeing him again now, he gave her a different impression.
Xu Jingming stood tall and straight, a faint glint flickering in his eyes.
Even without any unnecessary movements, he made her feel an immense pressure.
Could a Ninth-Order Lower Position really possess such a powerful aura?
Her heart jolted.
Only Zhou Yuanwu, Redding, Luke, and a few others knew that Xu Jingming had already broken through to the Ninth-Order Middle-Level.
Having been brutally beaten up, Luke naturally would not bring up the matter himself.
As for Zhou Yuanwu, he had not made a grand announcement of the news either.
Although she did not know Xu Jingming had broken through, his aura alone made Ji Shulan's heart tremble. She hurried forward and said, "Ji Shulan, deputy commander of Crimson Fortress, welcomes the Special Envoy."
She did not underestimate Xu Jingming because of his young age. On the contrary, she kept her posture extremely humble.
"Thank you for your hard work, Commander Ji." Xu Jingming nodded slightly.
Most Ninth-Order metahumans had forces of their own, but some preferred to be lone wolves.
Blood Sword was one of them, and Ji Shulan was the same. She had been alone for decades.
Because she possessed an Elemental Wind-Type S-rank metahuman ability, she was also known as the Storm Law Saint.
Though the title sounded exceptionally Berserk, Ji Shulan possessed the gentle beauty of a Jiangnan water-town woman.
"It was nothing."
Ji Shulan smiled faintly and led