Hui Yuanwu was looking outside when he suddenly saw an enormous flying vessel approaching from afar, hovering across the sky. Its design, however, was one he had never seen before.
He could not help but watch closely. After a while, he saw more than a dozen metal giants clad in crystalline jade outer armor leap down from it.
Their movements were orderly and precise, their steps uniform. It was clear they had undergone rigorous training.
"Are they from the Military Prefecture?"
Wild Flame replied, "No. Their banners and insignia are entirely different from those of the Military Prefecture."
Hui Yuanwu looked at those people and pondered inwardly, Then who could they be?
Footsteps came from outside. It was the young man called Little Soul, carrying in a tray covered with red silk. "Mr. Hui, I've brought you some clothes."
Hui Yuanwu turned and cupped his hands. "Many thanks, young sir."
Little Soul smiled. "It's such a small matter. There's no need to thank me."
Hui Yuanwu pointed outside. "Young sir, do you know who those people are?"
The youth shook his head. "I don't know. I heard they came from some very large garrison too." He curled his lip. "But I don't like them. Every time they come, they put on such an overbearing, swaggering air."
Hui Yuanwu committed the matter to memory.
After Little Soul left, he went into the inner room to wash up and change clothes, then carefully regulated his breathing.
By the time he felt his mental strength had fully recovered, three days had passed.
He walked to the wall and saw that the flying vessel was already gone. After thinking it over, he left his quarters and wandered about outside.
Only through the conversations of those in the garrison did he learn that every oval