The night lay thick and dark.
Long Xiaoyao's black robes, embroidered with gold, fluttered gently in the evening breeze.
Only after a long while did he lower the letter.
His brows furrowed slightly. Beyond reminiscing about old times, every line asked him to take good care of Mu En's sole great-grandson, Bei Bei.
"It seems your time is almost up." Long Xiaoyao sighed softly.
Mu En was clever. He knew their old friendship would not make Long Xiaoyao leave the Holy Spirit Cult, but looking after a single great-grandson was a request he could not refuse.
"But this boy is a hopeless romantic too?" Long Xiaoyao took out another letter, containing the information the Holy Spirit Cult had gathered on Bei Bei.
"Simp..." He had barely begun when the word stuck fast in his throat. After a moment's hesitation, he shook his head. "Forget it. He does bear some resemblance to this old man..."
"In the Sun Moon Empire, I'll keep you alive."
Maple Leaf City.
It stood on the fringes of the Heaven Dou Empire, near the Star Luo Empire and the Sun Moon Empire.
A branch of the Heaven Dou Empire's Western Frontier Military Headquarters was stationed here, boasting a hundred thousand troops guarding the west. The city was also one of the army's major logistical supply centers.
It had been specifically marked with a red dot in Elder Cheng's treatise on blitzkrieg.
Maple Leaf City, ordinarily stern and solemn under strict military discipline, a source of great pride to its common citizens, had now welcomed two groups of uninvited guests.
The square had been cleared out. Not only were ordinary civilians barred from entering, but many officers of the Western Frontier Military Headquarters, who normally used it as one of their garrison sites, had also been