On the top floor, a youth in a blue hoodie stood beside a window; on the floor below, a young gentleman in a long white robe stood by the railing.
Their gazes met across hundreds of meters in the vast, empty Military Command building.
No wind rose, no sword rang out, and no sparks could be seen, yet that exchange held countless things.
In another story, in some other classic scene like this, they would have withdrawn their gazes the next moment and turned to leave, not meeting again until they had weathered countless storms over many years. Then, recalling that first meeting of their eyes all those years ago, they would have launched into a heart-stopping battle, bringing the plot to its climax.
That was too much trouble, too much wasted time. Jing Jiu would not accept it.
He vanished from the window and appeared before Shen Yunmai.
This time, a breeze rose, flipping back the hood of his blue sweatshirt and revealing his face.
Shen Yunmai's fingers had just left Ran Handong's cheek, and a trace of warmth lingered on his fingertips.
He looked at Jing Jiu's face, momentarily distracted, then gave a self-mocking smile. "Isn't it a little early for us to meet like this?"
Jing Jiu ignored the meaning concealed in those words and asked directly, "Do you have the authority?"
Earlier, in General Li's office, he had demanded that they release the soldiers aboard the warship. Major Chen had said he lacked the authority. Then did you have it?
Shen Yunmai looked at him and smiled. "I do."
This most outstanding young gentleman of the Galaxy Alliance was indeed extraordinarily beautiful; even a casual smile held the charm to turn all living beings upside down.
Jing Jiu looked him over twice and said, "You're a