At that thought, Li Qingming shook his head and watched Gu Yuena fly down.
He smiled at her, and the group returned to their positions above the military camp.
The massive formations fell back into place, the camp was reestablished, and everything settled down again.
At the heart of the camp, several high-ranking Soul Engineers looked at Li Qingming seated at the head of the room, their expressions a little strange.
They all knew who he was. His connection to Jing Hongchen could hardly be kept secret.
To them, he belonged to the younger generation—perhaps even the generation after that.
Still, they treated him courteously. No one could deny that Li Qingming was a monstrous genius without equal.
They had long expected him to rise, and had prepared themselves for it.
What they had not expected was for the young man before them to come this far in just a few short years.
Only recently, they had heard that someone had killed him. Yet just a few months later...
Li Qingming had returned, and an Ultimate Douluo lay dead.
Word of it would spread far and wide. There was no hiding it, no covering it up.
The death of an Ultimate Douluo would have consequences beyond imagination.
Yet Li Qingming remained unusually calm, with the composure of someone who had seen through everything.
After a brief discussion with the Titled Douluo, he ordered them to keep it secret.
Then he left Gu Yuena in command. They needed an Ultimate Douluo there to hold the line.
With her staying behind, the Ninth-Level Soul Engineers could rest a little easier too.
Once that was settled, Li Qingming set off for the Imperial Palace of the Sun Moon Empire with Zi JI and Bi Ji.
Three days passed in a flash. Streaks of