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Other Grandmasters rose one after another to take their leave.

Qin Wu patted Xu Wuyi on the shoulder, said, "Come to me if you ever need anything," then left. Lü Songshi stroked his severed long beard, remarked, "The younger generation is to be feared," and departed as well.

Wei Zhao nodded to Xu Wuyi, said, "Congratulations," and his figure slowly faded away.

Duan Jiuling walked up to Xu Wuyi and handed him a virtual medicine bottle.

"These are Origin Restoration Pills I refined. They're good for stabilizing one's realm. You may not need them now, but keep them. They might come in handy someday."

Xu Wuyi accepted the medicine bottle and bowed slightly in thanks.

Duan Jiuling waved his hand, nodded to Liu Yunshan and Shen Jin, then left.

Everyone gradually departed. Even Gu Beichen and Wang Shuang offered Xu Wuyi their congratulations.

Although they had lost to Xu Wuyi, neither of them bore much resentment. Among Martial Artists, if one's skills fell short, one simply went home and trained harder.

Besides, the Federation now had four strongholds, so the competition for slots had become less fierce. They still had their chances.

By the time Xu Wuyi logged out of Battle Net, darkness had already fallen outside the window.

About two hours later, his personal terminal suddenly vibrated.

He finished his cultivation and rose to his feet, then walked over and picked up the terminal. A secure message was displayed on the screen, sent by Feng Zhuohua.

"Grandmaster Xu, I'm in Linjiang. Would it be convenient to meet? There are some matters I'd like to discuss in person."

Xu Wuyi stared at the message, momentarily stunned.

Feng Zhuohua was in Linjiang? This deputy minister of the Military Department's Logistics Division had always worked in Xingjing and rarely left the