The spatial power once again undulated subtly around him.
However, just at the moment before he was about to disappear, he seemed to remember something and turned to Hong Qitian, his expression becoming serious: "By the way, Dad, when... will we announce it?"
Hong Qitian pondered for a moment, his murky eyes rolling.
"No rush." He said slowly, "Wait for the Arctic to deliver a true major victory, one that will go down in history, give hope to all the despairing, and rekindle the fighting spirit of all the wavering."
He paced back to the table, his fingers unconsciously tapping on the tabletop.
"When the time comes, have someone record this great victory for me completely and clearly, find the top editors, and have it edited to get the blood boiling..."
Hong Qitian suddenly slammed the table.
