Jiang Shu flicked his fingers four more times, sending the small squad to their reunion.
He looked up at the sky, at the few small black dots drawing ever closer.
Feeling the ground tremble beneath him, he listened to the sound of tank treads, like an advancing tide, surging from the distance.
He held a Treasure in one hand: the Array Plate of the Small Five Elements Saber Formation.
Five precious sabers spun and flew, one after another.
He had considered that after he left Fusang, peace might return here. The Tokyo Tower would be rebuilt, once again becoming a tourist attraction. If that were the case, he had ten thousand ways to safely leave this place. Even if Fusang's lockdown was strict, he believed he could find a way out.
But clearly, Fusang had no intention of letting him go.
Despite half a year having passed, the place was still heavily guarded.
