BZZZT.
The moment the thought crossed his mind, his personal terminal vibrated again.
The reply was astonishingly fast, as if the other person had been waiting for his message.
Qin Feng tapped open the light screen, and the familiar, minimalist chat box popped up.
[Yu Han]: Received. I have registered you for the Sixth-level Martial Artist division.
[Yu Han]: Departure is in one month, Empire Standard Time. Please assemble on the day of departure at the Canaan Main Teleportation Platform, Area A129, on time.
[Qin Feng]: Thank you, Mentor.
The message sent, and a new reply popped up almost instantly, with virtually no delay.
[Yu Han]: 1.
Then, Yu Han's avatar went dark, clearly indicating he had moved on to other matters.
"..."
Qin Feng looked at the number "1," which represented "received," "okay," "got it," and every other affirmative response, and couldn't help but chuckle.
His mentor was always so concise, efficient to the extreme.
