The wine party was held at the prestigious Lun Ge Manor within the academy, a historical estate built fifteen hundred years ago, imposing and magnificent in scale, with a unique interior design that stood in stark contrast to the style of the interstellar era.
Classical and romantic were its synonyms.
That the school would host a wine party here was a sign of sincere commitment.
This evening, every attendee was a prominent figure from all walks of life, such as Xia Zeming, heads of prestigious military academies, high-level generals from the Military Department, and Prince Xiusi himself.
Major General Fu Xing watched the time, a slight frown creased his forehead, and a touch of impatience flickered deep within his eyes.
Yet, he could hardly leave, needing to deal with too many people, and with many old classmates arriving, it was inevitable to gather together.
Fortunately, Josiah had arrived, drawing a fresh wave of attention, allowing him a chance to slip away.
"I haven’t seen him either."
Moson and Meng Keqin had started searching for Fu Xing as soon as they entered the party, but unfortunately, they hadn’t found him after making a round.
Meng Keqin’s arrival didn’t cause a sensation, with only a few familiar faces nodding in recognition as a greeting. Her popularity mainly lay with the younger and lower-class groups; at a high-profile gathering , Meng Keqin was merely a young person with promising prospects.
"Major General Josiah is still here; I’ll go ask him." Before Meng Keqin could approach, Josiah happened to turn around and saw them, beckoning them over.
"Why have you only arrived now?"
"Something delayed us." Meng Keqin didn’t seem to show any signs of the setback she had just encountered, as if she had indeed been dealing with some urgent matter.
Moson glanced at her subtly, "What about Major General Fu Xing? Why haven’t I seen him?"
"He’s gone back." Josiah winked in a suggestive manner, "After all, he is a family man now, and spending time with us bachelors would not be as good as returning to be with his lovely wife."
Moson was taken aback, his expression somewhat astonished.
"Listen, Fu Xing is so doting on his wife, he doesn’t even care about his dignity. Remember this, keep your distance from Lin Fu," Josiah said without mincing words when it came to his good friend’s personal matters, "Trust me, I’m right. Blue Star and Purple Moon have already been sent from the fief, just waiting to be delivered into the hands of the mistress."
"Purple Moon?" exclaimed Moson, breathing more heavily, "Isn’t that hailed as the most beautiful weapon in the interstellar era?"
Fifteen hundred years ago, a weapon master of extraordinary talent appeared in interstellar space. Legend had it that the weapons he forged had surpassed human limits, reaching the godlike realm that countless scientists had strived for, garnering fervent admiration.
Whether it was the Imperial Blade, Purple Moon, or the Xia Family’s Ice and Snow, they were all weapons in the godlike realm.
Purple Moon was a set of twin blades that could be separated. When integrated, it took the shape of a crescent moon, and when divided, they became full moons. It emanated a mysterious and dazzling purple glow, exuding elegance, mystery, nobility, and profundity, crafted from Constant Star Stones containing special energy.
It required no charging, nor did it have energy cores embedded like high-energy weapons.
"What about Blue Star?" Meng Keqin’s fists were clenched tightly, her voice carrying a barely detectable tremor.
"It’s a Legendary Mecha."
Josiah had a big mouth; something that was previously unknown was now out in the open because of his words, drawing the attention of the people nearby, who all began to crowd around.
Moson and Meng Keqin were pushed to the side.
"How are you doing?" Moson asked with concern.
Meng Keqin maintained her composure as if completely unaffected.