Leading them was a middle-aged officer with the rank of colonel on his epaulets. His face was resolute, his gaze sharp. Upon seeing Xu Wuyi emerge, the officer immediately raised his right hand in a textbook military salute.
"Grandmaster Xu, by order of the Federation Military Department, I am delivering the exclusive supplies for a Grandmaster to you." His voice was loud and powerful, echoing through the alleyway in the early morning.
Xu Wuyi looked at him and nodded.
The officer took a silver metal box from a soldier behind him and presented it to Xu Wuyi with both hands.
"This is the exclusive supply equipped by the Federation for every newly advanced Grandmaster. Please inspect it, Grandmaster Xu."
Xu Wuyi took the metal box. It wasn't large, only about the size of two palms, but it felt heavy in his hands. Its surface was as smooth as a mirror, completely seamless, offering no clue as to how it might be opened.
