Two Punches

Charles's expression changed slightly.

"You're sure?"

"I'm sure."

Xu Wuyi rose from his chair and stretched his somewhat stiff body. His bones gave off faint crackling sounds, while a pale blue gleam slowly flowed beneath his bronze skin.

"No matter how much material I read, it's useless. The answer isn't in the records. Since that's the case, I might as well fight first. After the fight, maybe I'll understand something."

Charles looked at him, an exceedingly complicated light in those deep blue eyes.

"All right. I'll arrange it."

He turned and left the room, the door closing behind him.

Xu Wuyi stood before the desk and put the materials into his storage pouch. The square boxes, crystals, and notes—he put away each item one by one, arranging everything with meticulous neatness.

Then he returned to the window and took one last look at Azure Main City outside.

Sunlight filtered through the energy barrier, scattering patches of pale golden light over the city's buildings. Traffic still flowed through the streets, the distant statues still stood tall—everything was exactly as it had been when he first arrived.

But he was different.

Not because he had read the materials, but because reading them had confirmed one thing for him.

The materials could not help him. Azure Star Realm's tens of thousands of years of accumulated knowledge could not help him, and neither could the records of the True Dragon Star Realm. He had read every record he could read, learned everything he could learn, and walked every path he could walk.

He stood at the end of the road.

There was no road ahead.

He turned and walked out of the room.

The corridor was quiet, with only his own footsteps echoing between the walls. He passed hallways lined with portraits, uniformed staff