Han Mo led Xu Wuyi into Mountain Stone Base.
The corridors were paved with alloy plates, and the walls were hung with real-time sea condition charts and tactical maps of the warzone.
"Your room is ready. It's a private suite on the west side of the command tower," Han Mo said as they walked. "The base has prepared adjacent rooms for us three Quasi-Grandmasters. We'll be on a rotating shift to ensure that at least one of us can get to you within three seconds, no matter the time."
Xu Wuyi nodded. The level of security was even tighter than he'd anticipated.
'This level of protection, even inside the base? Are they worried someone might infiltrate for a decapitation strike?'
It wasn't impossible. The Federation only had a dozen or so Quasi-Grandmasters stationed in the Tianshui Star Realm, which averaged out to only one per base.
If the Feathered People were truly set on it, a joint attack by three to five of their Sub-King level warriors could easily overwhelm a base.
