An unprecedented sense of powerlessness, mixed with anxiety and anger, spread through Xu Wuyi.
'If... if only I had broken through to the Innate Level sooner. If I were stronger, couldn't I at least do more?'
"Xu Wuyi," Zhao Qingwei suddenly said his name, her voice serious. "I know what you're thinking. But don't be impulsive. My father made a point of telling me before he left to pass this on to you: the front lines are in utter chaos, the situation is unclear, and acting rashly will only be throwing your life away."
"You are the future of Star Martial, and one of the most promising members of the Federation's younger generation to reach the Grandmaster realm. Your battlefield is not here. At least... not now."
Xu Wuyi said nothing.
He knew Zhao Qingwei was right, and that Grandmaster Zhao Cizhou's words were well-intentioned.
But knowing and accepting were two different things. He just couldn't suppress the fire burning in his heart.
