After reviewing Professor Shen's memories, Wang Jixuan's mood was slightly gloomy.
He went to the small compartment where Fu Jian was, took a can of cold beer, and drank two gulps.
The coolness was refreshing to the core.
General Fu Jian, who was observing the distant battle, didn't even lift his head as he said, "You're actually having emotional problems? That's quite rare."
"I'm alright," Wang Jixuan said while looking at the clouds outside the porthole, "going through her memories was somewhat sentimental."
"Sentimental?"
Fu Jian's expression showed a complicated sentiment:
"You, who are only interested in crystal cores, feeling sentimental? That's quite shocking."
Wang Jixuan ignored the Commander's jest and took the initiative to ask, "How's the situation over there?"
"The King-level Blade Beast is severely wounded and has hidden underground. We're exterminating its kind and currently devising a plan to force it out," Fu Jian replied with a rather good mood.
