The two stood together for a while longer before Zhao Kun took his leave to arrange the outpost's defenses.
Xu Wuyi turned and walked back into the outpost, finding an empty break room to sit down in. The room was sparsely furnished with just a bed, a desk, a chair, and an old air conditioner mounted on the wall.
Sitting in the chair, he closed his eyes and let his awareness sink into his sea of consciousness. There, the pale blue Heart of Order continued its slow rotation, though its glow was much dimmer than before. The previous battle had taken a significant toll. He quietly watched it, sensing its gradual recovery—a process that required no deliberate effort to accelerate, only patient waiting.
Time slipped by in the silence. Sometime later, a knock sounded at the door.
Xu Wuyi opened his eyes, stood up, and went to open it. A young Martial Artist stood outside. Seeing Xu Wuyi, he immediately gave a respectful bow.
