Ren Bai looked at him and suddenly smiled.
"But don't worry. With Senior Shen Jin here, he won't let that happen. He didn't earn the title of Sword Emperor for nothing."
Xu Wuyi nodded, not saying much. He knew Ren Bai wasn't actually that old—only in his sixties—and when Shen Jin became a Grandmaster, Ren Bai might not have even embarked on the path of Martial Arts yet.
After chatting for a bit longer, Ren Bai got up and left to arrange tomorrow's reception. Xu Wuyi also walked out of the conference room and returned to his own lounge.
Early the next morning, just as the sky began to turn light, the outpost grew busy.
Martial Artists hurried in and out, transporting supplies, inspecting equipment, and reinforcing defenses. The technicians were also making preparations, fine-tuning the equipment and calibrating parameters to ensure everything was foolproof.
Xu Wuyi stood at the entrance of the outpost, looking at the Rift in the distance.
