Leaving Tingzhu Garden, Han Feng felt like the bluestone path beneath his feet wasn't quite real.
Thirty million Contribution Points.
The rank of Honorary Major.
His pick of any equipment below Tier Four.
Plus, a fighter jet project team that he would lead, directly funded by the council.
The string of rewards had left him feeling a bit dazed.
"Ten years..."
Han Feng looked up at the sky above the Fortress City, which was slightly distorted by the filter of the Spiritual Energy Shield.
A glint of sword light flashed in his pupils and vanished.
The countdown to the arrival of the Tier Six arch-enemy weighed on his mind like a colossal, icy mountain.
But at the same time, it ignited a fiery ambition within him, fiercer than any he had ever felt.
Without any more hesitation, he opened his terminal and pulled up Li Tiecheng's contact number.
"Hello!"
