CHAPTER 982: CHAPTER 755: MY MASTER, HIS SURNAME IS MU

At this moment, Mu Fan was like a leopard about to pounce, an all-encompassing killing intent completely shrouding the other party.

The small mustache on the left hand hanging by his side finally clenched unnaturally.

At this moment, he felt the terrifying and intense aura emanating from the young man beside him.

[Is this the real you...]

A thought flashed through his mind, and the small mustache looked directly at Mu Fan, "I mean no harm."

This time, the voice was firm and solemn.

Mu Fan’s killing intent finally receded. He looked at the other party indifferently, "What exactly are you here for?"

His adoptive parents were merely scavengers, on the edge of the desolate wilderness where people died every day, no one would pay attention to such details.

The few people who knew the truth grew up with Mu Fan, and gradually disappeared from his sight.

Either starved or died from illness.

As for the news of his being an adopted son, those who knew, whose numbers were dwindling, were too preoccupied with survival to gossip.

But now, this stranger from the Gardot Empire spoke directly of Mu Fan’s most guarded secret.

The other party had investigated him!

How could this not make Mu Fan vigilant?

Knowing that without disclosing some information, he might not be able to leave.

So the small mustache closed the magazine in his hand and tucked it under his arm, turned around, "I am merely arranged by my master to come meet you and express our goodwill."

"There are some things that you are only speculating about, and my master is also speculating. You can consider us your most powerful ally in the Gardot Empire."

Before Mu Fan could speak, the small mustache bowed slightly, "However, the timing is currently not suitable for my master to meet with you."

Mu Fan remained unmoved, his voice indifferent, "You keep mentioning your master, from the Gardot Empire, do you think I will believe you?"

"My master, his surname is Mu."

With this one sentence, the small mustache bowed deeply, then faced Mu Fan again.

Upon hearing this, Mu Fan’s eyes opened wide, as if a jolt of electricity ran from head to toe.

His entire body shivered slightly.

He knew well that his real surname was—Agasura!

However, when his adoptive parents picked him up, there were two tags.

A tag of unnamed metal, engraved with [Fan].

And the other, a heavy wooden tag, engraved with [Mu]!

Mu Fan took a deep breath, the waves of killing intent in his eyes receding, replaced by gravity.

"Where is he? When will we meet?"

"Sorry, the location cannot be disclosed now, as it might bring danger to both parties. As for the time, when my master is ready, you will be informed."

This sentence revealed a slight piece of information to Mu Fan, which was that his master didn’t seem to be in an absolutely safe area, or that sending someone to meet involved some risks.

Mu Fan nodded, "Understood."

"Thank you for your understanding, sir."

The small mustache nodded slightly to Mu Fan, sorted out his words, and said: "Please be careful within the Federation recently, sir. There are enemies for you within both the Military Department and the families. As for the Empire’s actions against you, you need not pay attention. Also, when we need to appear, we will naturally be by your side."

"As for today, I have not met you, and you have not met me either."

Upon hearing this, Mu Fan couldn’t help but be amazed at how thorough the other party’s speech was.

This was more professional than all the spies he had ever seen, and only now did he notice the thin layer of transparent gloves on the other party’s hands.

No personal information leaked whatsoever.

After speaking, the small mustache smiled and reached out to extend his hand: "Sir, can I have the magazine back?"

Mu Fan handed out a corner of the magazine, allowing the other party to elegantly retrieve it.

"I’m glad to have spoken with you today."

"Me too," Mu Fan lifted his eyes and smiled.

Originally, he wandered alone, exploring in the fog.

After Shura traced back memories, a crack silently opened in this endless fog ahead.

And now, it was like a miracle, with a lighthouse appearing once more.

As the other party rubbed their thumb and forefinger, the sound isolation of this area instantly disappeared.

The faint whispers and travelers’ footsteps once again reached his ears.

Watching the small mustache’s departing figure, Mu Fan smiled.

So, I have such a lucky day too.

He did not return to his seat, but remained standing in front of the gigantic floor-to-ceiling window, gazing at the vast starry sky outside, his gaze distant.

...

From the Blue Capital Star of the Galaxy Federation’s Fourth Star District to the Emperor Star, capital of the Gardot Empire, crossing space wormholes required traveling through no less than ten wormholes.

A journey of over one hundred and fifty light-years, encompassing countless vast starry expanses like smoke.

In this starry sky, the two major superpowers were the most apparent.

The standoff between the Federation and the Empire has persisted for a century.

However, on a deeper level, if you really had to rank these powers, no one would believe the Federation could surpass the Empire.

Prince Xuyang, as the most outstanding heir among the royal heirs, held an absolutely advantageous position both in personal strength and public support.

He seemed uneducated, indulged in frivolities, but whenever major events arose, he always made his move at the most crucial moment.

National affairs, family issues, personal matters, none were neglected.

The support of the Grand Marshal of the Empire’s Royal Forbidden Army, Reingano, had not wavered for over a dozen years.

At the top floor of a towering Sky-reaching Building at this moment.

In sight was a magnificent golden splendor, with countless alluring silhouettes behind thin veils dancing across the cobblestone-covered Central Hall.

Ripples of water splashed beneath their feet.

"Tian Hua, have you noticed your Seventh Brother’s recent actions?"

Xuyang’s tall body was neither standing nor sitting at this moment, but appeared lazily resting on the plump, fair thighs of a maid, allowing those soft, boneless fingers to massage his scalp, his eyes closed as he casually asked the man beside him.

This Central Hall only contained two men.

One was Xuyang; the other...

Was not Reingano!

Instead, it was a young person with a face like a jade crown and deep eyes.

At first glance, he seemed only twenty-seven or eight years old, but upon closer inspection, one would be drawn to the wisdom in his eyes.

This was a young man with such a rich background that people could not gauge his age merely by looking at him, with an astonishing resemblance to Qi Longxiang in temperament.

At this moment, he sat alone in the corner of the hall, without any maid serving him, simply eating exquisite fruits by himself from the table.

"The Seventh Prince has been a bit hasty lately. Three clear lines of action, and five hidden ones. Which one is Prince Xuyang referring to?"

The young man picked up a large longan, gently placed it in his mouth, and closed his eyes, savoring the taste.

"So many... yawn, I haven’t even noticed. You are more attentive."

Xuyang signaled the maid to change positions and knead his bones, then casually spoke:

"All the clues."