As for devising plans and strategies? It's still the age-old question—what to bring to Jade Clear Sect. When it came to borrowing money, Blade Warrior didn't recommend Xiu Yi to purchase those expensive items. She cleverly asked Xiu Yi about her relationship with Feng Yi, and why would she not know the struggles of this small squad? Surely Feng Yi wouldn't want her to spend so lavishly either. In truth, Feng Yi was not someone who cared much for such formalities—as long as people showed up, that mattered more than anything. Moreover, Xiu Yi had already made some preparations; gift-giving should align with one's own conditions.

When it came to borrowing money, she naturally would lend it to Xiu Yi. Payback timing didn't matter, but was it really the right move?

After Blade Warrior laid out her thoughts to Xiu Yi, Xiu Yi sank into a moment of silence...

"I understand, Sis. Then we'll see you tomorrow."

"Sure. Now you can bring your friends to the space city. And that kid named Kevin—introduce him a bit. I heard he's a decent mechanic."

"Oh, Kevin does have some skills, but comparing him to you, Sis, is another matter." Truth be told, Xiu Yi knew better. Perhaps young Kevin could be considered a master-level mechanic, but Blade Warrior was in a league of her own—beyond the ranks of grandmasters. She could craft mechas as well as shuttle crafts and was a virtuoso in inventing and creating. The gap between them was like heaven and earth. Best not to embarrass oneself.

Blade Warrior herself didn't seem to mind. "Alright, then. See you tomorrow. Oh, one more thing." As she was about to leave, Blade Warrior turned back and left Xiu Yi with a Heavenly Communication number, stating that it belonged to a person named Zhang Xiaobo. He would be joining them the day after tomorrow, and for convenience's sake, they could avoid trouble by sharing the same shuttle craft. Early the day after tomorrow, Yita would wait for everyone at the space port's elevator platform.

Of course, this was typical Blade Warrior—very thorough in her thinking. Xiu Yi had been mulling over what shuttle craft to use the day after tomorrow, yet everything had already been arranged, and meticulously so.

"Sis, where are you heading now?"

"I need to make a trip to the Military Department."

"Huh? The Military Department?"

"Yes, to handle some business. Alright, see you the day after tomorrow." With that, Blade Warrior got in the car and disappeared in a flash.

Admittedly, the decision to schedule things for the day after tomorrow took into account a key issue—space city would arrive on Earth this evening, and tomorrow's ample time would suffice for her to be busy all day. But this was unavoidable; migration required layers and layers of complex procedures.

This wasn't war—it was more akin to immigration. In wartime, everything was simpler. Feng Yi could bring seventeen or eighteen thousand people with just a word. But now, things were different. Without top-tier support, even someone like Blade Warrior found herself limited. Even Amelia, with her influence, could only help so much.

Don't be fooled by Amelia being a major general—Feng Yi was also a major general. Yet Amelia wielded practical power, belonging to the category of frontline commanders leading troops in battle. Feng Yi similarly held practical power, also as a frontline commander.

But the seemingly parallel status of their ranks masked a massive gulf in influence. In fact, Amelia's power was largely confined to the academy faction, subject to the constraints of her academy, the Military Department, her war zone, and even the direct supervision of political leaders. Even when dealing with matters relating to super soldiers, Amelia had to seek approval from above before exercising command authority.

Feng Yi, on the other hand, was different. He enjoyed staunch support from major political parties. If there were an equivalent, Feng Yi's political status in the Federation was analogous to that of Saudi's Kexiao—a level of influence that was unparalleled. If he wanted to arrest you, he didn't even need a reason. For instance, concerning the Saudi prince Shabak, Kexiao once assigned him a random crime and that was that.

Here's a simple analogy: Amelia's power wasn't insubstantial, but she was still an officer, and a female officer at that—bound to obey orders from her superiors.

Feng Yi, on the other hand, operated more like an independent combat entity. He didn't need to follow anyone's orders. In truth, no one would dare attempt to command Feng Yi. The Northern War Zone was virtually dominated by the Blazing Corps—but Mardis was its true stronghold. Coupled with Feng Yi's domestic influence, he absolutely had the capacity to rebel.

Even if the Federation decided to shift its strategy and attack Mardis early, Feng Yi, at that time, still insisted on advancing, conquering star systems. Yet no one dared to criticize him. Even Adams of Greedy Wolf merely expressed resignation. If it were anyone else, they would undoubtedly have been sent to a military tribunal immediately.

One must understand: the Blazing Corps with Feng Yi and the Blazing Corps without Feng Yi were two entirely different extremes.

Back then, it wasn't unheard of for an unexpected mishap to arise—the world believed Kexiao and Feng Yi had perished together.

Because Feng Yi's combat plans were flawlessly executed by John, because the Blazing Corps launched a military operation on Icebird, because at that time the world thought Feng Yi was dead—that the Blazing Corps was temporarily leaderless—that John had turned traitor, political leaders dispatched pursuers to intercept him swiftly.

If Feng Yi had been alive, who would have dared block him? In truth, Kexiao's domestic influence fell short compared to Feng Yi's. After all, Feng Yi bore the halo of the Revenge Shadow Rider, which Kexiao did not possess. This was a crucial difference, although during the Century War, the two could indeed be considered evenly matched—whether in terms of strategic needs or personal rank, they each commanded an irreplaceable status in their nations.

They were icons, legends, unparalleled generals in this world.

Consider Kexiao's unmatched brilliance in those days. Even Amelia, ranked among top generals, would be overshadowed. Back then, his strategic planning and ability to command three battle fronts demonstrated he didn't regard Amelia as an opponent. To him, she was at best a punching bag. Whether in strategic layout, tactical command, or mecha combat, Kexiao excelled on all fronts. Facing five super soldiers, Kexiao could still hold his ground.

No one in the world dared claim they could defeat Kexiao—whether it was Desert Storm, Soaring Sword Dragon, Blue Electric Rain, or even the surpassing force of Revenge Shadow Rider.

Evidently, the only person who could be compared to Kexiao was Feng Yi.

Sometimes, fate plays cruel jokes. They once dominated the world yet met untimely deaths...

Both of their deaths were tied to unexpected circumstances. It could be said that if not for Feng Yi's health, he likely would have surpassed that phase and achieved greater heights than Kexiao.

Kexiao, on the other hand, perished in a parallel space-time, dying alongside Cantelu warriors, preserving his final dignity as a warrior in his proud manner.

Blade Warrior shook her head vigorously... Even though the world managed to keep turning without Feng Yi, people seemingly remained unaware of these events. The issues had been suppressed at higher levels, though rumors about the Revenge Shadow Rider's death still circulated. After all, Revenge Shadow Rider always operated solo and was unlikely to team up with others—the problems with Xiu Yi's team were already apparent.

But when faced with migration issues, Blade Warrior truly found herself in a bind. If Feng Yi were still alive, things would be much simpler. But now, she had no choice but to make the trip herself—and even sign a contract spanning several years. Every time she thought about it, Blade Warrior's face darkened once more.

This—this was outright robbery! Not only would she have to spend the next two years contributing to the Federation's technological development, but she'd also... In short, just the taxes owed by the Combat Power Tester company alone amounted to a hefty sum.

The principle of first come, first served applied here—back in Maraca's Freedom Port, she had the advantage of geographic exemption from customs duties. But now, she was on someone else's turf, meaning she had to abide by their rules.

Sigh! Hopefully, tomorrow wouldn't be too troublesome. She hated trouble. If all else failed, she'd reach out to Sky Shadow or Francis to pull some strings. Although she doubted the efficacy of this—she knew Sky Shadow well enough, and Francis's connections weren't that strong. After all, it required weighing various factors, including the resources supplied by this planet post-migration.

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