He arrived at the airport.
Zhou Zheng helped him with his luggage. "Martial Artist Xu, I won't see you inside. The Seventh Squad of the Special Operations Division will remain in Linjiang to ensure your parents' safety. Please, don't worry."
"Thank you for your hard work." Xu Wuyi shook his hand and turned to walk into the airport terminal.
The private plane arranged by the military was already waiting on the tarmac. Xu Wuyi boarded, the cabin door closed, and the engines started.
Two hours later, the plane landed at the Yuntai City airport.
Xu Wuyi stepped out of the cabin and took a deep breath of the cool, early spring air of Yuntai City.
It had been almost four years.
He had come from a remote town as a mere Martial Disciple and spent over three years of his university life here.
He had survived the slaughter of the battlefield and earned the Federation's highest honor. Now, returning once more, his status and state of mind were completely different.
