Chapter 333

Qin Bei's face turned black, and he was nearly infected by this fellow.

Without a second word.

Qin Bei directly threw the Great Red into the mechanical space.

He let out a slight sigh.

Could you bring a normal pet beast?

He glanced at the time.

It was already past 10 PM.

Qin Bei assumed a posture for cultivation.

Striving for his martial artist rank to reach Tier 3 by the end of the trip to the Divine Capital.

Time slipped away silently.

The night passed quietly.

The next day.

Midday.

The atmosphere today was exceptionally solemn.

Upon the silver city walls.

A group of soldiers turned their cannon barrels to aim at the sky.

The leading general looked at the watch in his hand.

His expression grew even more solemn.

"Prepare!"

The general roared loudly!

Click, click, click.

All the cannon barrels stopped turning.

But the direction they aimed at remained the sky!

"Three, two, one! Fire the cannons!"

Boom, boom, boom!

One after another, cannonballs were fired from the cannon barrels.

The cannonballs exploded in the air,

as if initiating some kind of ceremony.

At the same time.

In a certain room.

Qin Bei sat on a chair in front of a makeup mirror.

Feeling entirely uncomfortable.

The makeup artist was fussing with his hairstyle.

"Not done yet?"

Qin Bei glanced sideways, trying his best not to look at the huge object before him.

But the makeup artist seemed to be doing it on purpose.

She kept lingering right in front of Qin Bei.

"Don't rush. Today is a moment watched by the masses; the world's gaze is locked on you."

After the makeup artist finished speaking, her chest pressed directly against Qin Bei, and her fair hands kept fussing over his messy hair.

"Your skin is really good; you don't need makeup at all, just some grooming."

The young lady praised.

"Thanks for the compliment."

Qin Bei nodded slightly.

There was no help for it; he had once suspected that the Ice Heart Lotus was just a beauty herb.

After eating it, his skin was incredibly smooth.

Just as Qin Bei was lost in wild thoughts, suddenly, a roaring sound echoed in his ears.

"This is... the time has arrived!"

The makeup artist stopped lingering with him and immediately looked up at the sky outside the window.

Knock, knock, knock.

A knocking sound on the door rang out.

Before the makeup artist could respond, Jiang Bufan strode right in.

Today, Jiang Bufan was exceptionally... serious.

He wore a green military uniform.

On his shoulders were medals representing his battle achievements.

"Let's go, the time has arrived."

Jiang Bufan looked at Qin Bei, his eyes filled with a smile.

"I understand."

Qin Bei nodded and adjusted the Zhongshan suit he was wearing.

He looked up.

His black, messy hair happened to cover his eyebrows and eyes.

Qin Bei at this moment looked like a graceful young gentleman.

After bidding farewell to the makeup artist, Qin Bei followed Jiang Bufan's steps, walking through the corridor.

Along the way, they encountered many people.

But without exception,

their attire was incredibly formal.

Military uniforms, Zhongshan suits, Western suits.

Qin Bei also saw many Westerners with blonde hair and blue eyes.

Soon, Qin Bei followed Jiang Bufan to a grand hall.

And every seat had a nameplate with one's own name.

"Alright, now go find your seat yourself; mine is in front,"

Jiang Bufan looked at Qin Bei with a beaming smile.

His eyes were filled with smugness.

Qin Bei fell into thought.

Seeing Uncle Jiang's smug expression, could it be that the further forward the seat, the higher the status or merit?

A moment later.

Jiang Bufan looked at Qin Bei, who was seated in front of his own seat.

He fell into deep contemplation.

His eyes grew increasingly confused.

"This is reasonable? No, this is not reasonable!"

Anyone could see the jealousy in Jiang Bufan's eyes.

He didn't understand.

He had worked hard for twenty years, fighting for the nation.

How many perilous missions had he carried out?

He had guarded the Northwest Gathering Place for so many years.

Now you tell me.

My achievements are not even as great as those of this eighteen-year-old brat right in front of me?

Oh... almost nineteen.

That's still unreasonable!