Xu Le stood atop a tall building in the Red Moon Holy Temple, watching Li Wen from afar.
His eyesight and perception already allowed him to lock onto Li Wen's presence even at this extreme distance.
Li Wen, aboard the ship, could not do the same.
With guidance from several Zion Warlocks, he raised a pair of binoculars, looked toward the distant Red Moon Holy Temple, then turned his gaze toward Xu Le's position.
Xu Le's feeling had been right. Li Wen knew he was here, and even knew his location.
"Sure enough, I wouldn't believe it if someone told me the Red Moon Holy Temple had no moles from Zion. Oh, since we're on the same side, calling them moles isn't quite appropriate. I should call them Comrade Underground Workers with Shared Convictions..."
Aboard the ship, Li Wen waved to Xu Le from afar.
His intelligence capabilities were formidable, but not actually as formidable as Xu Le imagined.
His past experiences had left Li Wen with a deep-seated fear of the Red Moon Holy Temple.
It was a fear of power.
Li Wen had sacrificed far too much to have the ability to stand here today, openly and with his head held high.
The intelligence apparatus he had built over decades had been committed in its entirety tonight.
This was the sort of gamble he deeply disliked.
He could practically be said to have staked everything he had.
Of course, all of it belonged to him. Everything belonging to Zion, he had left behind.
He had come here today only to fulfill the first dream of his youth.
To display power that truly belonged to Zion before the Red Moon Holy Temple.
His former self had never had the qualifications.
In fact, before meeting Xu Le, before Zion underwent