With three superpowers at his fingertips, he could dominate the 1970s.

The object Zhuge Yunhe took out was very small, so small that it was completely covered by his palm.

He looked down at what was in his palm, gently rubbing his hands together. Jiang Zhiyu noticed that his fingers were trembling slightly, an outpouring of emotions that had been suppressed for many years.

"This," he slowly opened his hand, "you should take it."

A jade pendant lay in the palm of his hand.

The jade is warm and lustrous, with a greenish-blue color throughout. The edges have been polished to a rounded finish, indicating that it has been worn close to the body for many years. The front of the jade pendant is engraved with an ancient cloud pattern, while the back features the character "虚" (xu), with slender and sharp strokes, as if it were carved directly with a knife.

Zhuge Yunhe carefully placed it in front of Jiang Zhiyu, his movements gentle and very careful.

"These are my senior brother's personal belongings."

His voice suddenly lowered, so low that it could be drowned out by the occasional footsteps coming from outside the tent.

He has been missing for thirty years.

Thirty years.

Jiang Zhiyu looked at the jade pendant, then at Zhuge Yunhe. Old Zhuge's face didn't reveal much expression, but the light in his eyes wasn't as calm as usual; it was as if something was surging beneath the calm surface of water.

"Back then, he tracked down a Japanese martial arts school—the Hokushin Onmyoryo," Zhuge Yunhe's voice lowered even further, "...and after dealing with what they had buried, he pursued them all the way to the border, and then disappeared without a trace. For thirty years, there has been no word from them."

Beichen Yin-Yang Bureau.

Jiang Zhiyu silently kept this name in her heart.

"But I calculated that he was still alive."

Zhuge Yunhe raised his head and looked into her eyes. There was something in his gaze that Jiang Zhiyu had never seen before—an old man's deepest concern and faintest hope for a deceased friend.

Whether you can find him or not depends on whether you're destined to meet him this time.

He paused, then gave a wry smile: "People like us, when it comes to predicting the fate of those around us, are rarely very accurate. That's the rule of nature. But I always see a glimmer of hope in you—I can't quite put my finger on it, but it's there."

He raised his hand and gently pressed down on Jiang Zhiyu's hand, the pressure light but carrying an undeniable seriousness: "But remember, don't force it. Maybe my senior brother isn't even over there, maybe he's been gone for a long time. Do your best and leave the rest to fate."

Jiang Zhiyu picked up the jade pendant and gently stroked the character "虚" (xu) with her fingertips. The jade pendant felt cool to the touch, as if it still carried the warmth of another person's body.

She glanced at Zhuge Yunhe.

Old Zhuge's gaze fell on the jade pendant, as if he were looking at another person through it.

"My senior brother and I each have one," his voice lowered, "He gave this one to me before he left. He probably foresaw something..."

He swallowed the rest of his sentence.

Jiang Zhiyu understood.

If you can find them, bring them back. If you can't—

Then I won't come back.

"What's your senior brother's name?" Jiang Zhiyu put away the jade pendant and looked up to ask.

"Everyone calls him Xu Yunzi." Zhuge Yunhe's lips twitched slightly, as if recalling something. "Once we had this nickname, we abandoned our real name. For people like us, a name is just a label. What we're called isn't important; what matters is whether the nickname makes a name."

Xu Yunzi.

Jiang Zhiyu silently repeated the three words in her heart, engraving them deep into her memory.

Yan Nantian sat quietly to the side without interrupting. Only after Zhuge Yunhe finished speaking did he reopen his briefcase and take out an even thicker folder of documents.

"This document contains intelligence on several other major right-wing families in Japan, besides the Fukuda family."

He pushed the file folder in front of Jiang Zhiyu, looking at her intently: "Originally, I wanted to dissuade you from this idea. A young woman, alone deep in enemy territory, outnumbered and outmatched—to be honest, I didn't approve."

Jiang Zhiyu didn't speak, she just looked at him quietly.

Yan Nantian sighed, a hint of helplessness in his expression: "But seeing that you're determined to go, there's no stopping you. Take this information; it's something we underground workers have painstakingly unearthed over the years, it's top-secret. After you've read it, you must protect it well and not let it fall into anyone's hands."

Jiang Zhiyu solemnly accepted the document and nodded.

Yan Nantian then pulled a folded piece of paper from his pocket and handed it over: "This is a list of our underground liaisons in Xiao Rizi's area. It contains detailed personal information, residential addresses, and current occupations. If you encounter any problems you can't solve, you can go to them. But unless absolutely necessary, don't alert them—these comrades have been planning this for years, and if they are exposed, all their efforts will be in vain."

Jiang Zhiyu unfolded the paper. There were only five names on it, each followed by very brief information—the owner of a shop in a certain city, a teacher at a certain school, an employee of a certain trading company. They all seemed like ordinary identities, but Jiang Zhiyu knew that anyone who could remain hidden in a foreign country for so many years without being exposed was an extraordinary person.

"Thank you, Director Yan." She carefully folded the list and put it away along with the two documents.

Yan Nantian looked at the excessively young girl in front of him, remained silent for a moment, and then slowly said, "Girl, I've laid bare my entire fortune for you. This shouldn't be publicized. Right now, only Old Zhuge and I know about it, plus our old leader, and you—a total of four people."

His tone turned serious, each word carrying weight: "You're outnumbered and outmatched on this mission, so make sure you protect yourself. The mission is important, but you are more important. Do you understand?"

Jiang Zhiyu looked at him; the worry in the eyes of this old man she had never met before was genuine, without any pretense. She stood up and nodded earnestly:

"I understand."

Zhuge Yunhe also stood up and patted her on the shoulder: "Girl, how do you plan to get there?"

Jiang Zhiyu thought for a moment: "Let's go through Hong Kong. I have Hong Kong residency, so it'll be more convenient to go there."

Zhuge Yunhe nodded, offering no objection.

"Alright." Old Zhuge picked up his now-cold teacup and took a sip, his tone returning to its usual casualness, but the worry in his eyes remained. "You decide the route yourself, and act according to the situation when you get there. Remember what I said—do your best and leave the rest to fate. Your safety is the most important thing. The old leader said the laboratory in the desert is still waiting for your equipment, so you absolutely mustn't mess things up."

When Jiang Zhiyu walked out of the command post carrying three documents, it was already dusk.

She subconsciously touched the jade pendant in her pocket, her fingertips brushing against the character "虚" (xu), a cool sensation spreading from her fingertips.

Thirty years.

A person has been out of contact for thirty years in a foreign country, and his fate is unknown.

Old Zhuge waited for thirty years without ever going to look for them. People like them have too many things on their minds, and every step they take is tied to the interests of the country and the safety of countless people. They cannot act rashly based on their own selfish interests.

So he handed this wish, along with the jade pendant, to her.

Jiang Zhiyu clenched her fingers and held the jade pendant in her palm.

She didn't say things like "I'll definitely find it" because she doesn't like making promises she can't keep.