Xu Wuyi listened to the conversations, his heart calm and still.
He had bought a ticket for a flight to Linjiang City. The flight was at two in the afternoon, in half an hour.
"Martial Artist Xu."
A voice came from behind him.
Xu Wuyi turned and saw someone unexpected: Feng Zhuohua.
The Deputy Minister of the military department wasn't in uniform today. Instead, he wore a dark gray Zhongshan suit, looking like an ordinary old man.
He had no entourage and stood alone amidst the crowd, yet he still possessed an aura that was impossible to ignore.
"Minister Feng." Xu Wuyi bowed slightly.
"No need for formalities." Feng Zhuohua waved his hand dismissively and walked to his side, gazing at the airfield outside the window. "Heading back?"
"Yes, back to Linjiang."
"A good place." Feng Zhuohua nodded. "Beautiful mountains and clear waters. Perfect for recuperating."
The two of them fell silent for a moment.
