Golden sunlight spilled across the sea, and in the distance, the silhouette of Broken Star Castle was faintly visible through the morning mist, like a dormant behemoth.
"All of you, go back and prepare," Han Mo said finally. "Assemble at the landing pad at three in the afternoon. We depart at three-thirty and will arrive in the combat zone at four."
Everyone stood and left.
Xu Wuyi, walking last, was stopped at the door by Han Mo.
"Teacher." He stopped.
Han Mo walked to his side and gazed out the window at the sea. He was silent for a moment before speaking. "This mission is extremely risky. The Feathered People aren't fools. They've certainly prepared a 'gift' of sufficient weight."
"I know," Xu Wuyi said.
He understood.
From the moment he awakened the Martial Arts Diligence Record, from his very first Enlightenment, he knew his path was different from others'.
He needed combat, he needed pressure, and he needed to hone his mind and skills on the edge of life and death.
