Chen Long, Yin Hu, and others saw the changes on this side and collectively advised:
"Mr. Bo, there are too many unidentified elements in the Emperor's territory these days. If you take off now, your itinerary will be exposed. It's too dangerous!"
"Mr. Bo, the weather forecast for Qingcheng predicts thunderstorms. Flying would mean encountering lightning, it's too unsafe!"
"Mr. Bo, Miss Xi's visit can be delayed, but for the fallen brothers, this is the only chance to honor them with a medal."
"Mr. Bo, the deceased should take precedence..."
The surrounding atmosphere gradually grew heavy.
Six empty coffins were still parked in front, wrapped with red cloth to welcome the medal ceremony, casting a faint sadness amid the cheer and excitement.
Bao Gucheng swallowed heavily.
A hint of bitterness rose in his throat.
No one understood better than he did how significant and irreplaceable today's ceremony was.
