Travels

Night had fallen deep, and Honghe City lay immersed in the tranquil sound of rain.

In the study on the second floor of the Landscape Manor villa, the desk lamp cast a gentle glow.

Xu Wuyi sat at his desk, his personal terminal projecting a map of the Federation. The cursor blinked at the border between Dongjiang Province and its neighboring province.

Wang Hanshan.

The inheritor of the Mountain-Shattering Fist, former head of the Wang Family, one of the universally acknowledged top three in physical strength among quasi-Grandmasters.

This senior lived in Su'an Province, next to Dongjiang Province, less than five hundred kilometers from Honghe City. The high-speed rail journey would take only two hours.

The Dongjiang Battle Group had already helped make contact. Wang Hanshan had readily agreed to meet, and the time was set for tomorrow afternoon.

Xu Wuyi turned off the map projection and leaned back in his chair.

Rain pattered against the glass outside. The sound of the television drifted in from the living room, where his parents were watching the evening news.

Those ordinary sounds gave him a rare sense of peace.

But he knew this peace would soon be shattered.

The road of travel would begin tomorrow.

Xu Wuyi rose without turning on the light, walked out of the study in the darkness, and descended the stairs to the basement.

The metal door slid open soundlessly. The floor lights in the training room lit up automatically, their soft illumination outlining the equipment rack and meditation area.

He sat cross-legged on a cushion and closed his eyes.

Deep within his sea of consciousness, the dark-golden Great Marsh slowly emerged.

After nearly half a year of settling, this Heart Image Great Marsh had become exceptionally stable.

Every breath was deep and powerful like the pulse of