Su Qi didn’t say anything about prying into matters that weren’t his business. Everyone had their own secrets. He just patted Old Li’s shoulder and said, “I’ll be off then.”
“Go ahead.”
……
On the way back, Liu Yuan was burning with curiosity, biting back her questions several times.
Finally, Su Qi couldn’t take it anymore. “Just ask if you want to. That ‘curious kitten’ look of yours is driving me nuts.”
“Hmph… More like you just want to show off how much you know…” Liu Yuan muttered, but quickly dropped the act. “Is it about last night? Was it that serious?”
She suddenly remembered Su Qi’s message had mentioned something.
“Go to sleep. I doubt this training camp will continue. We’ll probably be evacuated first thing tomorrow—don’t oversleep.”
And today, for once, Su Qi woke up early instead of lazing in bed. Clearly, he was certain the training wouldn’t proceed.
Su Qi spoke slowly, “You know about cultists, right?”
Liu Yuan shook her head.
Su Qi’s prepared explanation froze midair. “Did you not pay attention in class?”
Liu Yuan did have a habit of texting him during lectures. No amount of scolding had changed that.
“No, it wasn’t in the textbooks.”
Su Qi wondered if the curriculum had been revised. He tried another term. “What about the Descendants?”
Liu Yuan shook her head again.
Su Qi quickly switched tactics. “The Cornered?”
“The Fugitives?”
Seeing Liu Yuan’s increasingly dazed expression, Su Qi felt a pang of defeat. What kind of education system was this now? Teaching them nothing?
He took some time to explain what cultists—or the Descendants—were.
“Last night, it was a seventh-tier cultist.”
“Luckily, I was a step ahead.”
Liu Yuan’s heart clenched.
The way Su Qi said it so casually…
But that was seventh-tier.
Su Qi was only sixth-tier…
A single misstep, and he might not have come back.
“Who knows what they’re scheming? Investigations take time, so this Source Realm is off-limits for now.”
Liu Yuan nodded vaguely. This wasn’t a topic she could contribute to. So she steered the conversation her way.
“Brother, what are the Cornered?”
Su Qi’s tone was light. “We are the Cornered.”
Liu Yuan blinked, confused. “Huh?”
“No need to be surprised. We’re the ones fighting with our backs against the wall.”
“Think of Blue Star as one big arena.”
“The Source Realms are the endless beasts thrown at us…”
“The Fugitives are self-explanatory—those who flee, find another human civilization, settle down, and assimilate.”
“Honestly, these are just textbook terms.”
“In reality, these groups have nastier names for each other: Cultist mutts, Cornered pigs, stinking rats.”
But Su Qi didn’t say this mockingly.
A realization struck him.
Liu Yuan’s generation’s textbooks had even stripped out such fundamental knowledge?
Coupled with the brainless education reforms these past few years…
All the clues pointed to one thing.
Something catastrophic must have happened on Great Xia’s frontlines recently.
So catastrophic that the nation was on the verge of collapse.
Forcing Great Xia to rush the training of new recruits while suppressing panic among the populace…
Heaven…
Was it about to fall?
No, no—Su Qi, why bother with this?
Even if the sky falls, it’s not your problem.
Someone will shoulder the burden.
But…
What if there’s no one left at the front?
“Brother…”
“Brother…”
Su Qi snapped out of his thoughts at Liu Yuan’s voice. “Hmm?”
Liu Yuan looked worried. “I was about to ask you the same thing…”
“You looked… kind of…”
“You’ve been spacing out the whole way. Didn’t sleep well last night?”
“We’re home.”
Liu Yuan pushed the door open and paused at the entrance.
But Su Qi made no move to enter. “I’m heading out.”
“Where to?”
“To ask your ‘future sister-in-law’ a few things.”
Liu Yuan: ???
Liu Yuan’s face flushed crimson—for the hundredth time!
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