The crowd finally saw, standing tall above the vast sky, a towering silhouette.
"It's the rescue."
"The Federation's rescue has arrived."
"We finally waited for it!" Numerous martial artists cried with joy.
Only the robust man in silver-white battle armor beside Zhang Jianwu seemed a bit dazed as he looked at the figure in the sky.
He seemed to have thought of something.
Beside him, Zhang Jianwu was even more stunned.
"Jiang...Jiang Ye?"
Whoosh!
In an instant, the silhouette landed on the ground.
"Director!" Jiang Ye, carrying a long spear on his back, approached with large strides, "Are you alright?"
Upon arriving in An City, he immediately sensed Zhang Jianwu's location.
He naturally rushed over at once.
"I'm fine." Zhang Jianwu was still a bit confused: "How did the Federation send you over?"
In his memory, his impression of Jiang Ye remained more than a year ago, when Jiang Ye returned to An City during his sophomore year.
