Spring passes and autumn comes.

The vast Flying Dragon City will not change its course just because two or three people are suddenly missing.

The responsibility of being the captain of the fifth branch of the academy undoubtedly fell on Dai Lele's shoulders.

She didn't seem to be in a hurry to level up. Instead, she led the newly joined junior students, guarding the city when necessary, and living a laid-back, Buddhist-like life when there was nothing else to do.

Everything seemed to slow down.

Although the continent of Nuojin has fully entered the "Millennium Recovery" period, people seem to have long taken it for granted after a century of recovery.

Apart from the fact that ordinary people do not leave the city and the overall standard of living has obviously declined, other aspects of lifestyle have not changed much.

Yang Xing and Jia Bo continued to work day and night on scientific research and production, using technological means to carry out unmanned mining and transportation for external parties.

Thanks to their "production team," while other cities suffered economic setbacks due to the war, Flying Dragon City's development in all aspects began to flourish.

Last year, Huo Lei earned enough credits through military merits, becoming the first student to graduate from the fifth grade in half a century. Afterwards, he returned to the Huo family army and began leading troops to fight in various battles.

In addition, Su Mei, who had always secretly admired Huo Lei, also graduated and left the academy, and no one knew where she went.

In the end, only Dai Lele and Pastor Jiang Cheng remained from the "older generation" of the Fifth Branch. Even so, the Fifth Branch's popularity remained undiminished.

Because Wang Xuefeng, known as the "Gun God," enrolled in the only and highest-level academy on the entire continent—the Nuojin Advanced Magic Academy—under the guise of a fifth-year exchange student from the Cloud Classroom.

Because they exceeded the system's distance limit, Wang Xuefeng and Huo Lei were forced to leave the team.

They can no longer enjoy the convenience of the team warehouse; the only function available is email attachments, but transferring items still takes time.

In the blink of an eye, another year has passed.

Wang Xuefeng's reputation once again spread throughout the talent-rich Nuojin Academy of Higher Learning.

This was still the result of his extremely low-key approach.

He usually wears a black hoodie, a black mask, and occasionally a pair of narrow sunglasses.

Judging from his appearance, he certainly has the aura of a "master of remote assassination".

Third talent: Opening the Eyes.

When his "Open Eyes" talent is activated, he is no longer blind.

His eyes see even more clearly than anyone else's.

Possessing a talent that can be described as "mind reading," coupled with exceptionally high emotional intelligence from both lifetimes, he has not encountered any intractable problems in the past two years.

However, because they are so quiet, they are easily overlooked.

"Wow...he's so handsome...when did you discover this magical herb?"

"I noticed him a while ago! I just never knew who he was..."

"Oh my god... I'm so tempted..."

"How about writing a love letter?"

"Ah...shall we write it together?"

"Write it!"

In the newly departing contingent of the Higher People's Court, amidst the farewells of all the faculty and students, Wang Xuefeng, who was at the very end of the line, quietly boarded one of the spaceships.

The spaceship, named "Nogao 11," was tasked with providing support to Mount Modan for a period of three days.

Once on board, people were free to move around as they pleased.

Many boys stood on the deck, whistling goodbye to the pretty female students who were seeing them off.

Wang Xuefeng, however, remained as transparent as ever. After boarding the ship, he went straight into the cabin, found his room, and began to rest.

The room was very small, only big enough to fit a small bed and a retractable table.

Wang Xuefeng sat on the narrow bed, leaning against the pillow, staring blankly at the pair of rings on his left hand.

The saying "you only know what you've got when you lose it" doesn't apply to him, because he has always cherished things.

But it was still lost.

Just as he finished exchanging documents with the "owner" and was about to shoot himself in front of the tomb and beg for exile, the "exile in progress" mark on Xiao He's pass was clearly changed to "destroyed".

"Can I stand on your tombstone? To be your little princess?"

"Get out!! This is my wife!"

The scene of "once we made a promise, we'd stick together through life and death" seemed familiar.

However, the finger that was about to pull the trigger was abruptly stopped by the glaring "destroyed" message.

He changed his mind.

Wang Xuefeng has always kept his feelings well hidden, so much so that his teammates are not worried at all about his departure from the team.

The love ring in his hand carries his greatest hope.

Because if Xiao He's soul were to perish, the items he purchased would inevitably disappear.

Wang Xuefeng didn't know where Xiao He's spirit was, so the only way was to climb to the "top of the world" and broaden his horizons.

Only when a person possesses great strength can they have the means to fight against fate.

Instead of sharing the pressure with the rest of the team, he quietly chose to go it alone.

In fact, this stubbornness and refusal to admit defeat was taught to him by Xiao He seven years ago.

It was as if there was no sadness in Xiao He's world.

Whether it was the death of his mother, the breakup of his family, the onset of a serious illness, or the face of death, he treated it all with the same indifference as eating and drinking.

Therefore, Wang Xuefeng remained calm and rational throughout, searching for every possible solution.

As long as you're still on the road to success, you haven't failed.

This belief enabled him to break free from the abyss and transform into a butterfly, ultimately flying towards the light.

The same applies today.

Silently reciting Xiao He's name, Wang Xuefeng brought the ring to his lips: "Wait for me... this time it won't be just five years..."

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Across vast distances of time and space.

Inside a giant sphere that seemed to be nurturing life, Xiao He vaguely heard this voice.

She opened her eyes.

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