[Warning! Warning! The current spacetime was about to undergo a forced shift. Historical nodes were distorting, and the causal line was on the verge of breaking.] [Spacetime Collapse countdown initiated. Countdown: 72 hours.]
Scarlet flashing text appeared on Bai Ye's retina. It was a warning from the Pangu USB Drive.
The hem of his black-and-gold trench coat fluttered gently in the cold wind rushing in from outside. Despair and pressure weighed upon that lonely figure.
Bai Ye seemed to have completely merged with the night, his figure growing ever more solitary, with no one by his side.
He faced everything alone. No one could help him.
But... gods needed no one's help.
"By my calculations, the last brocade pouch should be arriving about now."
Knock, knock, knock...
A knock sounded at the door.
Du Jingzhe entered. In just these few days, the old man in gray seemed to have aged another ten years.
"Teacher..." His lips trembled slightly.
Bai Ye watched him calmly, waiting for what came next.
Thud!
Du Jingzhe skillfully dropped to his knees, his expression grief-stricken.
"Teacher, please save the Federation!
"Teacher, I know you have no intention of involving yourself in worldly affairs, but the Federation truly cannot hold on much longer.
"Your disciple wishes he could charge onto the battlefield alone, but my injuries have yet to heal. If I act rashly, I will surely fall prey to Qin Mingshen and the Fate Painter's schemes.
"I originally intended to stall for a few more days. The longer I delayed, the better my odds would become. But now, without top-tier combatants holding the line, the Federation simply cannot last much longer."
Du Jingzhe had come to play up his misery. He had to find a way to drag his teacher into this. As long