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The sky had a hint of dawn.

The long night was about to end.

Zhuang Jun took off his helmet and held it with both hands, standing on the Northeast Tiger Tank, gazing at the Illusory Ice Lake ahead.

The restless water of the lake had an obvious blur, like a cloud covering the snowy ground.

This is the Illusory Ice Lake.

It was also the site of the supernatural event that just happened yesterday.

Around the illusory lake waters, each tree was covered with icicles, as if they were ice sculptures.

Looking at all this, Zhuang Jun felt an inexplicable sensation in his heart.

He recalled his school days at Minghua University, especially the scheming between classmates, and suddenly found it utterly ridiculous.

Zhuang Jun thought to himself, "This is a grand new era; I want to achieve great things like Mr. Ghost!"

Suddenly, he made a decision—not to return to campus for studies.

Of course.

This didn't mean he didn't want a diploma.

Zhuang Jun planned to apply for remote learning at Minghua University through the military.

As a somewhat renowned Ghost Disciple, he felt the military would gladly help.

"Xiao Jun, need a cigarette to perk up?"

The commander's voice drifted over.

After fighting side by side all night, they were already very familiar with each other, so the commander stopped calling him Lieutenant Zhuang.

Zhuang Jun jumped down from the tank, landing with a "thud," and shook his head, "No thanks, smoking's bad for health."

The commander laughed, "Bad my ass, you're a Superpower User; you won't get lung cancer even if you smoke for a hundred years."

Zhuang Jun thought about it and felt he was right, nodding, "Alright then."

He took the cigarette from the commander, and a comrade nearby pulled out a lighter to light it for him.

Zhuang Jun tried taking a puff and coughed as he was caught off guard.

A group of people burst into laughter.

Zhuang Jun glared at them, "What's so funny! Your first time smoking probably wasn't much better than mine."

The commander slapped his shoulder, laughing even harder.

Zhuang Jun couldn't be bothered with him and turned his gaze to the people gathered by the ice lake, his ears twitching lightly.

The commander took a drag from his cigarette and followed Zhuang Jun's gaze.

He laughed, "I heard Mr. Ghost caught a Carmenia spy yesterday and threw him into the ice lake.

"Then Mr. Ghost stood there and performed a powerful Secret Technique to prevent the Spatial Rift from expanding.

"The 218th Battalion found Mr. Ghost's footprints and surrounded them with a pile of stones. Those guys are admiring the footprints."

Zhuang Jun glanced over, a bit surprised, "They say the spot where Mr. Ghost stood seems slightly peculiar."

His awakened Super Hearing allowed him to hear clearly even from over a hundred meters away.

The commander was curious, "What's so peculiar?"

Zhuang Jun answered, "They're saying that standing nearby, you can see some strange visions."

The commander was skeptical, "Really?"

He waved his hand, "Let's go and take a look."

A group of people marched over imposingly.

They reached the outskirts of the crowd.

Zhuang Jun's expression shifted slightly, sensing something extremely subtle.

He couldn't say why, just having a feeling that there was something peculiar in the crowd.

The commander, who had a straightforward character, shouted directly, "The first tank crew is here, clear the way!"

That remark immediately provoked a chorus of jeers.

"Zhang Shangfeng, don't you have any shame when you go out?"

This was mocking the commander for his brazenness.

"I think the Northeast Tiger Tank doesn't need armor; just cover it with Zhang Shangfeng's skin."

This was mocking the commander's thick skin.

The commander, otherwise known as Zhang Shangfeng, boisterously shouted, "Our crew killed eighteen Yetis all night!"

The crowd quieted down instantly.

Because no other crew could claim to have killed so many Yetis.

And while the self-proclaimed "first tank crew" might sound shameless, there was some truth to it.

After boasting enough, Zhang Shangfeng added modestly, "Come on, brothers, let us witness the Ghost Lord's miraculous feats."

Someone immediately spoke up.

"Let Zhang Shangfeng take a look."

"Everyone, step aside."

Soldiers have always respected strength, and since Zhang Shangfeng's crew fought well, everyone was willing to give him some face.

Soon enough.

The crowd parted to make way.

Zhang Shangfeng wore a friendly grin, continuously bowing to the crowd, "Thank you, brothers!"

The commander walked up to the stone circle and curiously examined it.

The stones, each the size of a human head, formed a circle about three meters in diameter.

Right in the middle of the snow were two faint footprints.

Someone reminded him, "Zhang Shangfeng, you should observe from outside, don't step in."

Zhang Shangfeng retorted, "Do you think you needed to tell me that?"

The soldiers all knew Mr. Ghost had significantly contributed to Great Xia, so much so that it could be said he single-handedly enhanced the nation's fortune.

Who wouldn't respect such a figure?

The soldiers paid such serious attention to the footprints not only because they were special but because they respected Mr. Ghost.

Zhang Shangfeng stared at the footprints over and over, without discovering anything unusual.

But the commander didn't dare to say "Aren't these just ordinary footprints" and instead feigned deep contemplation.

Yet, Zhuang Jun suddenly let out a soft "Huh."

Zhang Shangfeng immediately asked, "Xiao Jun, what did you see?"

Zhuang Jun's expression was somewhat confused, his tone full of astonishment, "I think I saw an endless ocean."

He suddenly had the illusory feeling of drifting on a boundless sea.

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