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Chapter 388 If we can't hold on, we'll give up (2.5 words update, please vote!)

This short sentence made Hong Qitian's aged face pause slightly.

What does it mean if we can't stay until the Lunar New Year?
This means that the front line of defense that Hong Qitian was guarding, the one where humanity clashed with the invading forces of the gods from another dimension, was about to collapse.

This means that the door that isolates us from the true catastrophe may soon be opened.

The consequences will be a catastrophe that sweeps across the entire world.

Hong Qitian's aged body swayed almost imperceptibly, but he quickly regained his balance.

He stared intently at his son's haggard, almost exhausted appearance.

The frozen expression on his face suddenly melted away like ice and snow.

He shook his head and chuckled, his laughter low and hoarse.

There was no blame or disappointment in it.

I only feel a pang of heartache.

And a sense of relief, as if the dust had settled.

Hong Qitian smiled and slowly walked to the sofa.

Seeing Hong Qitian almost limp there, he unusually stretched out his rough palm covered with calluses and scars.

She gently placed it on Hong Qitian's shoulder.

"If we can't hold on, then we won't. The Hong family has already done enough."

The weight and temperature of that hand.

The sight caused Hong Qitian's utterly exhausted body to tremble violently.

From childhood to adulthood, Hong Qitian had always been strict with him to the point of being cold-hearted.

At that time, Hong Qitian was the number one in the world.

They are heroes who carried humanity forward with great difficulty under the watchful eyes of other races.

Hong Qitian was instilled with a sense of responsibility and sacrifice from a young age.

He understood and accepted it. No matter how tough the training or how dangerous the battle, he never complained or shed a tear in front of his father.

Later, he took over the title of the number one in the world.

He also took over the heavy shackles on his father's shoulders, the shackles that symbolized the future of humanity.

He did a great job, even more so than his father had been.

They held the defense line as solid as a rock.

He has never let his father down.

At this moment, Hong Qitian's sudden appearance was accompanied by a reassuring and relaxed attitude.

Instead, it made Hong Qitian feel a strong sense of unfamiliarity and disorientation.

He looked at the almost benevolent, serene smile on his father's aged face.

A sense of absurdity and a hint of foreboding welled up inside me.

"Daddy"

Hong Qitian hesitated, his voice filled with probing and disbelief.

"You...you're not about to die and want to give up, are you?"

As soon as the words fell——

"Snapped!"

A crisp snap on the forehead, with a familiar force and angle.

It landed instantly on the back of Hong Qitian's head.

It makes a loud sound.

Hong Qitian, who had just been wearing a kind smile, suddenly turned pale.

His lips twitched involuntarily.

His eyes looked like he wanted to hang this brat up and beat him up again.

"Bullshit! I'm perfectly healthy! I could live another ten years without a problem! You bastard, are you cursing me?!"

Hong Qitian cursed irritably.

He has a strong voice; he doesn't look like an old man on his deathbed at all.

However, after being slapped, Hong Qitian's extremely tense nerves suddenly relaxed.

The fact that he still has the strength to hit people means that the old man is in good health.

It's neither a last gasp nor a sign of giving up.

Seeing his son clutching his head with a relieved, even slightly silly, smile on his face, Hong Qitian's anger subsided considerably, leaving only a sense of helplessness and a bittersweet warmth.

He snorted, withdrew his hand, put it behind his back, and strolled to the window.

Looking out at the leaden clouds that never seem to dissipate.

"I used to tell you to guard it with all your might, even at the cost of your life."

Hong Qitian's voice lowered, "It's because there are very few decent prospects among all of humanity, let alone people who can truly shoulder the responsibility and see hope. If our Hong family doesn't step up, who else can?"

He paused for a moment, then turned around.

"But now, it's different."

A slow, sly smile curved Hong Qitian's lips. "So..."

"If you can hold out, then keep holding out, do your best, hold out for as long as you can, and give that kid more time to grow. If you really can't hold out any longer, then let him in."

There was no fear in Hong Qitian's eyes.

There is only one strange expectation.

"Anyway, a difference of one or two months isn't that much."

"What's meant to come will come. The sooner it comes, the faster that kid can be tempered."

Hong Qitian was taken aback when he heard his father's words.

Immediately, a name flashed through his mind like lightning.

To be valued so highly by one's father and to rise to prominence in such a short time.
People who can be regarded as the hope for the future of humanity
In the Arctic today, in the human world today, who else could it be but him?

"You mean... Fang Qingyu?!" Hong Qitian asked tentatively, his tone confirming.

"Snapped!"

Another familiar flick on the forehead landed precisely in the same spot.

"Ouch!"

Hong Qitian couldn't help but cry out in pain; he was truly stunned this time.

Hong Qitian glared at him with a dark face: "You know perfectly well, so why are you pretending to be confused! Do you only feel comfortable when you get beaten up?"

Hong Qitian rubbed his aching head.

A smile appeared on his face, and he chuckled to himself.

Being beaten by my father was a daily occurrence for me from childhood to adulthood.

But this time they got beaten.

But it made him feel an unprecedented sense of peace and a sense of relief, as if some of his burdens had been lifted.

"Hehe, I get it, I get it!"

Hong Qitian stood up from the sofa. Although his face was still pale, his spirits seemed to have recovered somewhat.

"With your words of comfort, I feel much more at ease. I'll be going now; there's still a mess to clean up ahead."

He stretched his muscles and bones.

The power of space subtly rippled around him once again.

However, just before he disappeared, he seemed to remember something, turned to look at Hong Qitian, and his expression became serious: "By the way, Dad, when should we announce it to the public?"

Hong Qitian pondered for a moment, his cloudy eyes darting around.

“No rush,” he said slowly. “Let’s wait for the Arctic to achieve a truly great victory, a victory that will go down in history, a victory that will give hope to all the desperate and rekindle the fighting spirit of all the wavering.”

He strolled back to the table, his fingers tapping unconsciously on the surface.

"When the time comes, have someone film this resounding victory completely and clearly, and find the top editor to edit it into something truly thrilling."

Hong Qitian slammed his hand on the table.

"Then it will be released as a blockbuster movie, simultaneously in all cities of the Federation. I've already thought of a name for it: Dawn. Let everyone see how we humans turn fear into hope."

Hong Qitian was dumbfounded.

He then gave his father a thumbs up and exclaimed sincerely, "Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant! You really know how to play, Dad."

This is more than just a record of a battle.

It was an unprecedented pre-war mobilization aimed at all of humanity.

Use a glorious victory to counteract the panic that the gods and the spirits of fate might bring.

Hong Qitian snorted smugly and waved his hand: "Get lost, get lost, stop flattering me, and guard your door!"

"Understood!" Hong Qitian grinned, his figure becoming blurry and transparent like ink merging into water, and then completely disappearing from the office in the next moment.

Hong Qitian looked at the spot where his son had disappeared, and the smile on his face slowly faded.

He walked to the window, his gaze seemingly traversing thousands of mountains and rivers.

It landed on that icy plain.

"Kid, I've set up the stage for you. Don't let me and the people of the world down with this great victory."

The Arctic, the front line of the Frozen Bone Fjord.

The biting wind howled wildly across the gray-white ice field.

At this moment, amidst this desolate snowstorm.

A completely different, intense heat was rising into the sky.

The narrow passage in front of Hangu Fjord was originally formed naturally by huge ice rocks.

That vast open space that had been temporarily cleared.

A dense, dark mass of people stood there.

The deep blue and dark gray are clearly distinct, yet closely connected.

On the left are 30,000 elite troops from the City of Dawn.

Dressed in uniform dark blue combat suits, they resembled a deep ocean covering an icy plain.

The subtle star-like patterns flowing on the combat suits were faintly visible in the dim light, echoing the starry sky that enveloped the city of dawn.

Every soldier stood as straight as a javelin.

On the right are the original 33,000 soldiers of the Hangu Fjord defense line.

They wore slightly worn, dark gray standard leather coats or cotton armor, stained with traces of gunpowder and frost.

Many people still had blood-soaked bandages wrapped around their bodies.

Their faces were etched with the marks of time and weariness, but their eyes burned with equal fervor.

It even carried a sense of excitement, as if something had been suppressed for too long and was finally being released.

A total of 63,000 extraordinary individuals!
A martial artist's qi and blood are like a furnace, rising into visible white steam in the cold wind.

The energy around the followers of the God subtly fluctuates, resonating with the heavens and earth.

A powerful energy field that comes together.

It forcefully pushed back the howling cold wind by several feet.

This created a relatively peaceful area.

Ji Wuyai stood at the forefront of the Han Gu Xia Wan troops.

According to his original idea, it was for better integration and command.

The troops in Coldbone Fjord should be dispersed and integrated into the Dawn army.

However, Fang Qingyu flatly rejected the suggestion.

While dispersing and infiltrating them might be more beneficial to his personal rule.

But
Fang Qingyu's target was never the veterans of Cold Bone Fjord, but Ji Wuyai himself.

These veterans stationed in Hangu Fjord are truly admirable.

After all, it takes great perseverance to stick to such difficult conditions.

Moreover, the troops in Coldbone Fjord are a unified force, and Fang Qingyu does not want to break them up. This way, the veterans of Coldbone Fjord will be able to demonstrate even stronger combat power.

After all, they've fought side by side for so long.

Thus, the scene before us, where deep blue and dark gray stand side by side, embarking on their journey together, came into being.

At this moment, 63,000 gazes converged on the single figure atop the ice rock.

On Fang Qingyu.

Even the wind and snow seemed to hold their breath at that moment.

There were no stirring war drums, no clamorous bugle calls.

Fang Qingyu stood atop the icy cliff, his starry eyes calmly scanning the faces below—some young and spirited, some weathered and resolute, some filled with fervor.

No need for grand speeches, no need to paint a picture of victory.

Because everyone standing here is perfectly aware of the path they are about to embark on.

This is a road of no return.

Alternatively, they could sweep through three hundred miles of ice plains with overwhelming force, plant the human battle flag before the menacing gates of the Bone King's Court, and ignite the most dazzling flames of humanity's counterattack with an epic victory.

Those who survived will become heroes in the eyes of the entire Federation and all of humanity.

They returned in triumph, bearing unparalleled glory and honor!

Or they would fall on this bloody road leading to the royal court.

The remains were buried by wind and snow, becoming silent landmarks under the feet of those who came after, and cold names on the monument to the fallen.

They became victims of this brutal war.

There is no third way.

At this moment, among the 63,000 soldiers standing before Fang Qingyu, whether they were the elite of Dawn or the veterans of Frostbone Fjord, there was not a trace of regret or fear in their eyes.

On the contrary, a boiling fighting spirit that had been suppressed for far too long and was finally able to erupt surged in their chests.

They've been feeling stifled for too long.

Bound by rules in the city, passively attacked on the Great Wall.

Struggling to hold on the ring line of defense
Humans seem to be forever on the defensive, always retreating.

This time, the City of Dawn sounded the horn of attack.

They were the pioneers who tore through the darkness and ushered in the dawn for humanity.

This honor, this mission, makes everyone's blood boil.

They yearn for battle.

He yearns to use the weapon in his hand to drink the blood of the dead!

They longed for a resounding victory.

To announce the existence of humankind.

Fang Qingyu's gaze slowly swept across the entire scene, finally settling on the direction of the Bone King's Court, which was shrouded in wind and snow in the far north.

He slowly raised his right hand.

The deep, clear voice, like rumbling thunder rolling across an icy plain, pierced through the howling wind and snow, resounding clearly in the ears of every soldier:

"Victory is assured in this battle!!!"

"Victory is certain!!!"

"Victory is certain!!!"

"Victory is certain!!!"

At the same moment, 63,000 extraordinary individuals erupted with a roar as powerful as a landslide or a tsunami.

The roars converged into an invisible torrent, soaring into the sky and scattering the snow and wind.

Countless right arms were raised high, pointing towards the gray sky.

The enormous sound echoed repeatedly in the icy valley, lingering for a long time.

Fang Qingyu lowered his arm and pointed his gaze straight north.

"Depart!"

Boom——

The heavy, muffled sound of footsteps, as orderly as a single person's, suddenly rang out.

The torrent began to surge, a mixture of deep blue and dark gray.

We resolutely headed towards the depths of the Arctic, following the ice valley passage.

Towards the skeletal royal court, which symbolizes the supreme power of the dead.

Rolling away!

……

At the very front of the troops was the elite squad.

Responsible for clearing obstacles for the main force and scouting the way ahead.

Fang Qingyu, Jiang Wei, Lu Jiuyuan, and two others who have followed Fang Qingyu since the time of the City of Injustice.

Zhao Mang and Sun Qi are both powerful and experienced peak-level third-tier martial artists.

The five men had strayed some distance from the main force.

Speeding across the snow-covered ice plains.

They moved incredibly fast, leaving the howling wind behind them.

Below lies an undulating ice field covered with thick snow.

Grayish-white ice floes piled up at the edge of the field of vision.

Suddenly, Fang Qingyu, who was flying at the forefront, narrowed his eyes and slowed down abruptly. Immediately afterward, Jiang Wei, Lu Jiuyuan, and the others also sensed something.

They all stopped and hovered in mid-air, their gazes fixed on the snow-covered landscape below.

They saw a relatively open ice field about several miles away from them.

A fierce chase is unfolding.

Hundreds of figures, dressed in federal standard dark gray winter combat uniforms that were now tattered, covered in blood and ice, were fleeing desperately in their direction.

Their formation was scattered, many of them were injured, and they were helping each other.

His face was etched with exhaustion and despair.

Behind them, like maggots clinging to bones, were thousands of life-destroying ghosts of various shapes and sizes.

Like a vicious wolf driving a flock of sheep, it roars from time to time.

Driving the food ahead.

"Why would federal troops be on this road?"

Lu Jiuyuan frowned, his voice filled with deep doubt.

"This route is our planned route to the Royal Court. It is located deep behind the main battlefield, Frostbone Fjord, and should be an area where the power of the Fate Demons is relatively weak. This is also the direction we have chosen."

"How could a Federation force be hunted down here? And judging from the looks of it, they escaped from deeper within the region?"

This is totally illogical.

This force of several hundred men, in terms of both equipment and condition, did not resemble elite troops on a mission deep behind enemy lines.

They were more like a defeated army that had lost its way.

Fang Qingyu's eyes were calm, and the starry river in the depths of his eyes slowly rotated, instantly taking in the situation of the battlefield below.

Without the slightest hesitation, he said in a deep voice, "Go down and take a look."

The five figures instantly transformed into five streaks of light, tearing through the wind and snow.

Like a meteor, it crashed down in front of the human force that was being pursued.

"boom--!"

The terrifying shockwave generated when the five landed was like an invisible giant hammer slamming into the ground.

The violent shockwave exploded in a ring, instantly sending dozens of low-level ghosts at the forefront flying.

Snow mixed with ice chips was thrown high into the air.

It forms a brief white curtain.

This sudden turn of events brought the hundreds of federal soldiers who were fleeing for their lives to an abrupt halt.

I looked ahead in terror at the billowing snow.

And five figures slowly emerged from the snow curtain.

The pursuing horde of ghosts also experienced a brief period of chaos.

It let out a startled and uncertain roar.

Seeing this, Fang Qingyu stood at the front, slowly raised his right hand, and clenched his fist.

Facing the thousands of ferocious ghosts still roaring and charging forward, he casually threw a punch.

A beam of starlight, condensed to its fullest extent, burst forth from Fang Qingyu's fist.

The starlight, initially only as thick as an arm, swelled in the wind the moment it left the body, transforming into a dazzling, galaxy-like torrent that stretched across the sky.

Where starlight passes.

Even the most ferocious and roaring elite ghosts were instantly annihilated before this starlight could even utter a scream.

The starlight continued its relentless march, striking a massive ice mound hundreds of meters away.

Boom——

The deafening roar shook the entire ice field.

The ice mound, tens of meters high, was cleaved in two by an invisible giant axe under the bombardment of starlight, its upper part instantly shattering into countless flying ice crystals.

A terrifying ravine, tens of meters deep and several meters wide, is clearly imprinted on the ice field.

It stretched all the way to the edge of sight!

The ice surfaces on both sides of the ravine were as smooth as mirrors.

Just one punch!
Thousands of ghosts were reduced to ashes, and the terrain was altered as a result.

Silence enveloped this icy plain!
Apart from the howling wind and snow, only the heavy breathing of hundreds of Federation soldiers could be heard.

They stared in disbelief at the god-like figure before them.

Looking at the huge trench that had been plowed out by a single punch.

Looking at the ice hill at the end of the ravine, half of which had disappeared.
My mind goes blank.

After an unknown amount of time, a voice filled with extreme shock rang out from the crowd.
"Fang Fang Shen?! It's Fang Qingyu!"

This resounding name instantly exploded among the deathly silent soldiers.

"Fang Shen! It really is Fang Shen!"

"Oh my god! We're saved!"

The ecstasy of surviving the ordeal and the excitement of recognizing one's idol.

The tension instantly broke down the soldiers' nerves, and many were so moved that they burst into tears and collapsed to the ground.

Fang Qingyu slowly withdrew his fist.

He turned around and calmly looked at the titles of the group of people.

At this moment, a middle-aged man who looked like a military officer appeared in the crowd.

I suppressed the shock and excitement in my heart.

He staggered out of the crowd.

His military uniform was badly damaged, and his face was covered in frostbite and scratches, but his eyes were still relatively clear.

He straightened his back, staggered to a few meters in front of Fang Qingyu, stood at attention, and gave a standard military salute, his voice hoarse:
"Reporting to Colonel Fang! Liu Zhenguo, the squadron leader of the 7th Supply Transport Support Battalion of the Arctic Great Wall, is reporting for duty!"

Fang Qingyu nodded slightly, his gaze falling on Liu Zhenguo's face, his voice calm and even: "Squad Leader Liu, why are you here?"

Upon hearing this, Liu Zhenguo...

His face immediately showed an expression of extreme confusion and bewilderment.

He subconsciously turned around and looked at the soldiers behind him who were also looking bewildered.

Then he looked around at this completely unfamiliar wasteland.

The tone was full of uncertainty and absurdity:

"Reporting to Colonel Fang! We're not entirely sure either."

He swallowed hard, trying to clear his mind. "We were originally ordered to depart from the Great Wall Transfer Station No. 17 to transport a batch of urgently needed medical supplies to the main battlefield of Blackrock Fortress. On the way, we were ambushed by a large group of Ghosts. There were too many of them, and we couldn't hold them off at all."

Liu Zhenguo's face showed lingering fear: "The battle was extremely fierce, and many of our brothers suffered heavy casualties. We could only fight and retreat, trying to shake off our pursuers and return to a relatively safe area. We retreated for more than an hour, probably, running towards the Great Wall! Coco, somehow, as we ran, the surrounding scenery completely changed, and the ghosts became more and more numerous and stronger. Then we ended up here, where we were caught by that group of beasts. And then..."

He pointed to the huge chasm created by Fang Qingyu's punch, his expression still one of disbelief and bewilderment: "And then I met you."

"They fought and retreated for more than an hour?"

Standing behind Fang Qingyu, Lu Jiuyuan frowned and couldn't help but question in a deep voice, his tone full of doubt.

"Captain Liu, are you sure?"

"It's true, sir!"

"We really were running towards the Great Wall."

"We've never been to this place before."

The soldiers behind Liu Zhenguo chimed in with their own opinions.

They all wore the same look of confusion, which seemed genuine.

Fang Qingyu's starry eyes narrowed slightly.

His gaze slowly swept over the faces of Liu Zhenguo and every soldier behind him.

Their eyes were open and honest.

There was only the relief of surviving a disaster and a deep sense of bewilderment at the bizarre situation before them.

There was not the slightest bit of guilt or hesitation.

That does rule out the possibility of lying.

But this only made things more bizarre.
Fang Qingyu spoke again, his voice still steady, yet carrying a reassuring quality: "Captain Liu, do you know where you are right now?"

Liu Zhenguo shook his head blankly and said with a wry smile, "Colonel Fang, we...we really are lost. We've never seen this place on a map before, nor have we ever heard the patrol team mention it."

"Here." Fang Qingyu's voice clearly reached the ears of every soldier. "It is the rear of the main battlefield, the Coldbone Fjord defense line, about fifty kilometers from Coldbone Fjord, located on our only route to the Bone Royal Court. It is more than 1,200 kilometers away from the Blackrock Fortress battlefield where you started."

"what?!"

"Behind the Frostbone Fjord?!"

"1,200 kilometers?! How is that possible?!"

"We've only been running for a little over an hour!"

"Oh my god! Where have we ended up?!"

Fang Qingyu's words instantly caused an uproar among the hundreds of soldiers.

Exclamations, doubts, and discussions rose and fell.

Liu Zhenguo's face turned deathly pale, and he swayed, almost unable to stand.

This answer terrified them even more than being hunted by the Ghost of Fate.

This is completely beyond their understanding and comprehension.

Looking at the soldiers who instantly fell into panic and chaos.

Fang Qingyu frowned slightly and called out calmly.

"Wanqing".

"exist."

Su Wanqing, who had been standing quietly to the side and behind, immediately stepped forward.

Fang Qingyu held out his hand to her: "Map."

Without the slightest hesitation, Su Wanqing quickly took out a military map covering the entire Arctic front and parts of the interior.

The map's unique texture ensures it remains clear even in wind and snow.

Fang Qingyu took the map and handed it, along with a pen, to Liu Zhenguo, who was still in shock.

"Captain Liu, don't worry or be afraid. I'm here, everything will be alright."

Fang Qingyu's words calmed Liu Zhenguo's turbulent emotions somewhat.

"Now, calm down. Mark the locations of the ambush as accurately as you can on this map, based on your memory, along with the main direction of your retreat."

Fang Qingyu pointed to the map.

"Once the markings are clear, I will send someone to escort you back to safety."

Liu Zhenguo took several deep breaths of the cold air, trying to suppress the fear and confusion in his heart.

He took the map and pen with trembling hands.

He recalled carefully, gesturing with his fingers on the map.

Finally, it will be located at a junction of ice valleys about fifty kilometers northeast of Blackrock Fortress.

A conspicuous red cross was drawn.

"This is it, Colonel Fang. We were ambushed here."

Then, he drew a crooked arrow from the red cross, but it roughly pointed southwest towards the Great Wall. "We retreated along this direction, for about an hour and ten minutes."

Fang Qingyu and the others kept their eyes fixed on the ambush point marked on the map.

And the retreat route pointing southwest.

Su Wanqing frowned, looking at the mark on the map, and said in a deep voice, "I passed by this location once before from a distance. It looked like an ordinary ice valley passage, with no signs of any particularly powerful life ghosts lurking there."

Fang Qingyu didn't say anything, but simply memorized the locations and routes marked by Liu Zhenguo on the map.

He then turned to look at the two peak third-tier martial artists behind him.

"Zhao Mang, Sun Qi."

The two immediately came closer.

"You two, escort Captain Liu and his men back to Dawn City immediately."

"Then you will remain in the city for the time being to assist in the city's defense."

"The City of Dawn!?"

Zhao Mang and Sun Qi were both taken aback when they heard it was the City of Dawn.

They had assumed they would be sent back to the nearest Great Wall outpost or Frozen Bone Fjord.

Unexpectedly, Fang Qingyu directly designated Dawn City, which was hundreds of kilometers away, as the destination.

"Yes, the City of Dawn."

Fang Qingyu nodded firmly, his eyes deep, "It's safer there, and it's also easier to investigate some things."

He did not say clearly.

But Zhao Mang and Sun Qi immediately understood Fang Qingyu's meaning.

"Understood!" The two replied in unison without asking any further questions.

"Captain Liu, take your men and go with these two brothers."

Fang Qingyu looked at Liu Zhenguo.

"Yes, sir! Thank you, Colonel Fang!"

Liu Zhenguo saluted again.

The soldiers behind him also showed expressions of relief at surviving the ordeal.

It's unclear why it's here.

But it's true that I've been rescued.

Soon, led by Zhao Mang and Sun Qi, this remnant army of several hundred men embarked on their journey home again, heading towards the City of Dawn.

The wind and snow quickly swallowed their staggering figures.

Only Fang Qingyu, Jiang Wei, and Su Wanqing remained in the same spot.

Su Wanqing stared at the glaring red cross on the map and the strange retreat route.

He looked up at Fang Qingyu again.

Her exquisite face carried a hint of understanding and solemnity.

Fang Qingyu's gaze also fell on Su Wanqing, his eyes unusually serious.

"Wanqing, you may not be able to continue with us on the road ahead."

Su Wanqing was slightly taken aback upon hearing this.

Then, in her clear, autumn-water-like eyes...

Countless complex emotions flashed through my mind in an instant.

I understand, yet I feel a pang of reluctance.

But more than anything, it's the sense of responsibility of being trusted and entrusted with something.

Just two seconds later.

A gentle smile then blossomed on her face.

"Yes." She nodded gently, her voice clear and melodious, without the slightest hesitation or delay. "I understand."

Neither of them went into details, but Su Wanqing knew what Fang Qingyu wanted her to do.

We must find out exactly why those hundreds of people are here.

This matter was entrusted to Su Wanqing, who was meticulous, capable, and absolutely trusted by Fang Qingyu.

He is the most suitable candidate.

Fang Qingyu looked at Su Wanqing's smile and nodded: "Be careful."

"Don't worry." Su Wanqing smiled gently and carefully put away the map containing the key information.

"Keep up the good work, you guys! I'll be waiting for your triumphant return!"

Her gaze swept over Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei.

After saying that, Su Wanqing didn't linger.

A white light flowed around him as he lightly touched the ice with his bare feet.

Her figure floated up lightly and instantly disappeared into the swirling snow.

I watched Su Wanqing's figure disappear into the end of the snowstorm.

Fang Qingyu withdrew his gaze.

He looked at Jiang Wei, who had been silently accompanying him.

Her long, fiery red hair, like flames, accentuated her fair and exquisite profile.

Those clear, ruby-like eyes were now gazing at him quietly.

Fang Qingyu's lips curled into a very faint smile.

The starry river in her starry eyes flowed slowly, reflecting the wind and snow before her and her figure.

"Let's go."

he whispered.

"Mmm," Jiang Wei responded softly, a faint flame flickering in her crimson eyes.

Two figures, one shimmering with starlight, the other accompanied by crimson flames.

Once again, it transformed into a streak of light that tore through the wind and snow.

They sped off towards the Bone Kingdom in the north.

The wind and snow intensified.

(End of this chapter)