Honghe

Xu Wuyi sat cross-legged on the camp bed and closed his eyes.

Within his sea of consciousness, the dark-golden Great Marsh rose and fell slowly.

Although he had won easily against Zhou Chen, it had not been without gains.

Zhou Chen's sword had been fast—so fast that Xu Wuyi had needed to draw upon the power of his Heart Image just to precisely catch the trajectory of every flash of sword light.

This kind of "fast" differed from every opponent he had faced before. It was closer to Ye Yixin's style from the True Dragon Star Realm.

But when he had fought Ye Yixin back then, the other man had been too fast. Xu Wuyi had needed to give his all merely to respond, leaving him no spare attention to break it down.

Great Liang's martial arts and the Federation's were two entirely different styles.

Perhaps this is the meaning of traveling, Xu Wuyi thought.

Meet more people, experience more battles, and witness more styles of martial arts.

Then find his own path within them.

At 7:50 the next morning, Xu Wuyi walked out of the lounge with a bag on his back and ran into Qin Qinghe in the corridor.

The two went downstairs together and headed for the outpost's helipad.

The private plane had already started up, its engines emitting a low hum. Morning light gleamed off its silver-gray fuselage, and the Military Department insignia on its tail fin was clearly visible.

Lin Jianyi had not come to see them off.

An officer at the outpost told them that Grandmaster Lin had left the previous night, having been temporarily dispatched to another Star Realm to handle matters.

Xu Wuyi and Qin Qinghe boarded the plane and took seats by the window.

The cabin door shut, and the