December 8th, light snow.
Du Yu stood beneath his home in Xishu Garden, gazing at the long-lost house, lost in thought.
Finally returned to his country.
The past ten days in Gossoxone felt like a dream.
He never imagined that a mission he was on would lead to such upheaval and even international disputes.
Previously, Du Yu had been to East Persia, and even dismantled the hideout of the Purple Lion Corps leader.
But all those actions were silent, with almost no lasting impact.
This time, however, the trip to Gossoxone truly ignited trouble!
"Ah..." Du Yu sighed deeply.
A woman's cool voice came from beside him, "Tired?"
"Ah, Master Qing." Du Yu snapped back to reality, looking at the elegant and serene woman beside him, "Not tired."
In front of Master Qing, he didn't dare to admit fatigue.
To know, Yang Qingqing was the absolute leader of this mission, bearing more pressure than any other team member.
