"Yes." Xu Wuyi stood up.
"Sit." The officer waved his hand and sat down in the seat opposite him. "I'm Chen Zhen, commander of the Dongjiang Corps' Third Assault Team. I was the one who approved your transfer orders."
"Commander Chen." Xu Wuyi nodded.
Chen Zhen looked to be in his forties, with a resolute face and a thin scar running from his left brow bone to his cheekbone.
His aura was deep and restrained. Xu Wuyi couldn't perceive his specific Level, but he was at least Level 45 or higher—perhaps even close to a Quasi-Grandmaster.
"You've read the briefing materials?" Chen Zhen asked.
"I have," Xu Wuyi said. "Tianshui Star Realm. Oceans cover ninety-five percent of its surface. The Feathered People Civilization has seventeen floating fortresses, while the Federation has twelve deep-sea bases. Both sides are fighting for naval supremacy and resource points. We're currently at a stalemate."
