The Immortal Supervisor put away the letter, changed into a light robe, and left headquarters, flying toward Base No. 3. When he arrived at the base, he found it half-ruined, with only a few buildings in the very center remaining intact. The Immortal Supervisor raised an eyebrow—had the battle here been this intense?
He made his way to the center of the base, locating Feng Qingmu's room among the illuminated quarters. Before he could play a prank on Feng Qingmu, a gust of wind generated by a palm strike came flying straight out the window, nipping his mischief in the bud.
The Immortal Supervisor curled his lip in mild amusement. "This man really is as boring as ever."
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