In the silence, the ocean beneath the terrace surged and roared.
Fan Yun once again lifted his wine glass and drained it in one gulp.
Pondering.
Ever since Ji Jue left, he began to think. No, he started even when Ji Jue mocked him with words.
Since coming to Central Earth, it had been years since anyone dared to speak to him this way.
Anger was natural, but it wasn't enough to shake his reason. So-called anger was the most aningless thing; the more critical the mont, the more one must remain steady.
Ever since embarking on the path of Tian Yuan, he had grown accustod to patience, accustod to steadiness, up until now—seventy-four years, enduring countless tis, even indifferent to being nicknad 'Old Turtle.'
No matter how harsh Ji Jue's words, nor how sharp his mockery, he wouldn't lose control.
—Would you be infuriated by the loud chirping of an insect?
He just wanted to know who gave this insect such absurd courage...
At this juncture, who was behind it?
Lv Yingyue? Did she want to kick him when he was down, to submit herself to other factions? Or did the Di Family discover the secret alliance between him and the Li Family and wish to beat the drowning dog? Did Ji Jue want to use him as a stepping stone to build his reputation? Or was it a provocation from the Taiyi faction against the Tianyi faction?
Nas flew through his mind.
Amidst the myriad contemplations, he finally put down the glass. Still composed, he looked towards the secretary who had been waiting for an unknown period.
The secretary's expression twitched slightly, struggling to maintain composure, "General..."
"I understand."
Fan Yun stood up, looking at the two agents behind the secretary, "Alright, let's go."
"Please."
The agents' expressions were warm and polite, almost reverently, as they imdiately made way.
Fan Yun let out a cold laugh, after all, he was down and out.
The craftsman, who once barked like a feral dog in front of him, now dared to tell him 'please' in a garrison base he had built with his own hands...
He said nothing, walking ahead, straight towards the Flying Airship that had just landed.
Even now, he retained his dignity, and all the arrangents were extrely ticulous; his usual drink was prepared in the private compartnt, and the service was attentive.
Everyone was courteous.
'Promotion' replaced 'demotion,' 'reporting' replaced 'trial,' 'recuperation' would replace 'settlent'... much like the agents sent from Central City would not wear the badge of 'escorter' on their chests.
Everything seed luxurious, but in fact, it was no different from a prisoner van.
Escorting the criminal Fan Yun into the capital.
Waiting to be slamd into the mire, or utilized as waste...
"Heh."
On the gradually ascending Flying Airship, Fan Yun silently watched the increasingly distant garrison base outside the window, montarily dazed.
How many years...
Everything he devoted his efforts to, everything created from scratch, now all was receding, and soon a new successor would arrive to take over everything.
The operation of Tian Yuan never wavered due to an individual's joy or sorrow, and no one was indispensable.
Even the Heavenly People were the sa.
He closed his eyes, letting out a silent sigh.
Once again, thoughts stirred in his mind.
No matter how unclear the path ahead was, he knew the procedures that followed all too well.
The airship would land at Central City's closed airport in twelve hours, then an unmarked car would take him to a picturesque sanatorium, and in the coming period, he would see no one, and he couldn't receive or make any calls.
In this brief isolation, his fate would be decided among various factions' struggles and negotiations between the Military Departnt and senators—no, perhaps the battle had already begun before he even received the transfer order.
Finally, after the judgnt by the two Heavenly Governor Saints, Taiyi and Tianyi, the tool nad Fan Yun would et its final fate.
Stripped of his Rank as Heavenly People and confined for life in the sanatorium, futilely 'on standby.'
Without a doubt, this was the worst outco, but at this critical mont, it was ironically his opportunity!
The ergence of the Fourth Void Abyss unexpectedly beca his lifeline...
If his assumptions were correct, he would receive a new transfer order in half a month or a month, continuing to serve the Federation diligently, exhausting himself, seeking redemption, striving for greater benefits until soday he was completely spent.
Just like Pasarella, his life or death not his own.
He closed his eyes, mocking with a sigh.
Mocking himself, and mocking those opponents wanting to put him to death, he had fallen this far, but there was still a chance to rise again.
But at that mont, his heartbeat inexplicably skipped a beat.
Uncontrollably.
Inexplicably, he recalled Ji Jue's mad dog's grin and his eyes... no mockery, no disdain, cold and calm.
Just like looking at a dead person.
"No!"
Fan Yun suddenly beca alert,
Suddenly an intuition erged within—sothing wasn't right, what was it that he didn't know?!
What was beyond his expectations?
His eyes suddenly lifted.
His brows furrowed.
Just monts ago, the Flying Airship suddenly shook, footsteps hurried past outside the door, seemingly chaotic, but soon it stabilized again.
As if nothing had happened.
"What's going on?"
He pushed open the door, not yet stepping out, he saw the agent standing in front of the door.
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