Blockade

Xu Wuyi returned to his residence and sat on the sofa for a long time.

Outside the window, the sky gradually darkened. Winter nights came early in Xingjing; by a little after five, the streetlights were already on. Dim yellow light filtered through the gaps in the curtains into the living room, casting blurred patches of light and shadow across the floor.

He did not turn on the lights. He simply sat in the darkness, replaying Fan Jun's words over and over in his mind.

Mongen was still alive. He was gravely wounded and hiding in an inconspicuous little Star Realm, barely clinging to life with the remnants of his tribe.

The information was like a thorn lodged in his heart. It did not hurt, but it left him unable to sit still.

He closed his eyes, and the face of Grandmaster Yue Lianshan, whom he had never met, surfaced in his mind again.

The man who had given him the Volcano Wood Carving, the man he had not yet had the chance to thank in person, had been killed by Mongen and several other Sky Wolf gods working together.

Now that the enemy was right before him, how could he possibly stand by with folded arms?

The personal terminal in his pocket vibrated. He took it out and glanced at the brief message Feng Zhuohua had sent him:

"Tomorrow at nine in the morning, seventh-floor conference room of the Military Department building. There will be a detailed plan then. I've submitted your application. The higher-ups have agreed in principle, but whether you can go will depend on the outcome of tomorrow's meeting."

After reading it, Xu Wuyi put away the terminal, rose to his feet, walked to the window, and pushed it open.

Cold wind rushed in, carrying Xingjing