After Shen Jin left, the small courtyard fell quiet again. Xu Wuyi remained sitting under the old locust tree, watching the mottled wooden door slowly close behind Shen Jin. He listened to the footsteps trailing down the alley, fading into the distance until they completely disappeared into the city's hustle and bustle. He held that posture, motionless, sitting for a long time.
Sunlight spilled through the gaps in the canopy, casting dappled shadows on the ground. The light swayed gently with the breeze, looking like a fluid painting. Xu Wuyi's gaze fell on that picture, but his mind was completely focused on something else.
The Star Realm Battlefield, the conscription, the strongholds, the thousands of civilizations, the Azure Star Realm, the True Dragon Star Realm, and the possible unknown entity that far exceeded the Grandmaster Realm... There was too much information, and it was too heavy—so heavy that even he needed time to digest it.
