Three years later.

11 o'clock in the evening.

The figures of Feng Qi and the Lord of Mist appeared in an alley in the North District of the Old City.

Then he walked out of the alley.

As the first lunar month approaches, a cold drizzle falls in the sky, and the exhaled air turns into white mist and spreads.

Walking out of the dark alley, the ground was already wet with raindrops, reflecting the light from the street lights.

The shops along the road have changed their decorations, and even the street lamps have been hung with lanterns. The festive red decorations continue to extend along the line of sight, sweeping across the city.

Pedestrians on the road are smiling, with expectations and joy for the New Year in their eyes.

This scene made Feng Qi, who had not returned to reality for a long time, feel emotional.

Calculating the time, he and the Lord of Mist have not left the special space for three years.

In the past three years, they have been going back and forth between the special space and the training space of the psionic tribe, spending all their time improving their strength.

The Lord of the Mist has a strong sense of future crises and never dares to stop becoming stronger.

He trained with the Lord of the Mist for three years.

Although the function of the training space is very powerful, it also has obvious growth limitations.

Today, the resources provided by Heixuan are no longer enough to meet his growth needs.

Only the Lord of the Mist, Hei Xuan, who has special treatment, can always satisfy his resource consumption and let him continue to grow and become stronger.

In addition, there is a drawback to exercising in a training space.

Rapid growth will make him unable to adapt to the strength of his body.

At the end of each training session, he needs to spend some time adapting his body to the increased intensity.

I don't know how strong he is now.

Perhaps it is no weaker than the main timeline.

Just today, they finally received the first mission issued by Heixuan and went to snatch a batch of resources.

Hei Xuan did not say who the target of the robbery was, but Feng Qi and the Lord of the Mist knew clearly in their hearts that besides the resources of the psionic clan, who else could they be.

They didn't know where this batch of resources came from. They just knew that these resources would be sent outside the old city.

Their mission goal is to plunder these resources when they arrive.

Walk along the street towards the north gate of the Old City.

When passing by a square in the North District, the frontline news played on the big screen attracted the attention of Feng Qi and the Lord of Mist.

On the screen, the female host in formal attire was announcing the selection of this year's top ten war gods with a smile.

Pedestrians who stopped along the way looked at the screen with smiles on their faces, and even couldn't help but cheer.

The Lord of Mist stopped at this moment and turned to look at Feng Qi:

"Aqi, you have lived in human society for so many years, what do you think of the human race?"

Facing the inquiry, Feng Qi felt wary, but he still said:

"The human race has unlimited potential, but lacks time to grow."

This sentence is exactly what the Lord of Mist said about the human race during the villain line.

Hearing this answer, the Lord of Mist couldn't help but nod:

"The human race already has the potential to become a strong race. They are diligent and studious, and have carried out research and exploration in various fields, trying to find a growth path that suits them. Among them are pioneers who are willing to sacrifice for the sake of the race, and there are countless ordinary people who assist the pioneers.

To open up the road, the only thing missing is time."

Looking at the big screen in the distance, the Lord of Mist suddenly sighed:

"Aqi, do you know which dynasty I admire the most when I look at human history?"

Faced with the inquiry, Feng Si thought for a moment and gave an affirmative answer:

"Ming Dynasty."

"Why?" The Lord of Mist looked very surprised.

"In the Tang Dynasty, when facing strong enemies, peace and marriage were the main means. In the Song Dynasty, the way to deal with foreign enemies was to pay tribute. The only way to deal with foreign enemies is to pay tribute. Only when it is clear that there is no peace and no tribute, the emperor guards the country, the king dies in the country, does not cede territory, and does not pay tribute. This is the most effective way.

It fits your character."

After hearing these words, the Lord of Mist had a smile on his face, then nodded and said:

"According to what you said, didn't the Ming Dynasty also lose a lot of land in the middle and late period?"

"Losing land is unavoidable, but at least every inch of lost land has a group of soldiers who died fighting to protect the territory. Not retreating is the key."

"Well said." The Lord of Mist couldn't help but smile and nod.

"Let's go, Barbarian is still waiting for us outside the city."

After a brief interlude, Feng Qi and the Lord of Mist continued towards the north city gate.

Finally at 2 o'clock in the morning, they arrived at the North City Gate.

Faced with the request to check the identity of the defenders, Feng Qi and the Lord of the Mist did not refuse.

Before the mission started, Hei Xuan had apparently solved the problem of their identities.

This is very easy for Hei Xuan, who secretly controls the Old City.

As they expected, they were quickly released after facial scan authentication using an identity authentication device.

After walking more than a hundred meters along the city gate passage, they walked out of the north gate.

What appeared before our eyes was a waning moon hanging high in the sky. Under the bright moonlight, the trees on both sides of the main road swayed in the wind, and their leaves drifted in the wind with the drizzle.

Looking into the distance, the green plants are connected together, and ripples spread out in circles in the wind.

Compared with the prosperity in the old city, the breath of nature hits your face after leaving the city.

After walking along the main road for a while, Feng Qi and the Lord of Mist stopped and turned to look at the tall trees not far away.

At this moment, a figure jumped up from the tree and then landed directly in front of them.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time."

The figure that suddenly appeared looked up at this moment. It was the potential warrior "Hunting Blade" who was also recruited and trained by Hei Xuan.

"Barbarian, where is the whirlwind?" Feng Qi looked at the hunting blade and asked.

"I am here!"

As the sound rang in his ears, Feng Qi turned his head and looked to the right.

I saw a tornado forming out of thin air beside me. When the tornado dispersed, a pale-faced man with three cracks tattooed on his forehead emerged.

He looked very weak and seemed likely to collapse at any moment.

But Feng Qi knows that he is extremely powerful and can control the wind of nature at will, which can be called a walking natural disaster.

"Everyone is here, let's go." Manzi grinned and took out the coordinate positioning instrument.

Everyone nodded immediately and followed the hunting blade in the direction it was positioned.

After leaving the main road and heading west, the road along the way became very muddy due to lack of construction and maintenance, and it was raining lightly. Looking into the distance, you can clearly see the hazy mist spreading in the forest.

After continuing to walk for a while, Xuanfeng suddenly said:

"What do you think Heixuan's purpose is this time?"

"The purpose? Of course it is to rob the psionic clan's resources. What else can be done?" Hunting Blade responded immediately.

"What I'm asking is Hei Xuan's purpose behind doing this." Tornado couldn't help but roll his eyes, seemingly speechless at Hunter Blade's answer.

"Weaken the power of clan factions and increase our own resource inventory at the same time?" Hunting Blade tentatively gave the answer again.

"This is not the point. The point is where these resources are sent." The Lord of Mist said with a smile at this time.

"Sent to where? Of course it's to Old City. Didn't you understand the mission clearly?"

Ignoring Hunting Blade's answer, the Lord of Mist turned to look at Feng Qi:

"Aqi, can you see Heixuan's purpose?"

Facing further inquiries from the Lord of Mist, Feng Qi had a look of confusion in his eyes.

Thinking that the Lord of Mist had just mentioned where to send the resources, he thought briefly and an idea suddenly came to his mind:

"Old City... huh? This batch of resources should be given to the Black Mysterious Faction's Psychic Tribe by the Psychic Tribe?"

"That's right." The Lord of Mist nodded happily.

"So what Hei Xuan wants to rob is the resources given to him by the clan faction... to rob himself? Why is he doing this?"

"It's very simple. He wants double the happiness, grabs one and wants another."

"Damn, this old Yin coin!" Understanding the reason behind the mission, the hunting blade on the side couldn't help but yell.
To be continued...