Bengtie: My death fueled their madness.

"Xing said you always exploit her..." March 7th was embarrassed.

"Ahem, complaining is just human nature."

Xing's eyes flashed with a frantic hint, and her expression slowly turned serious.

"What Black Tower said is indeed true, although he always sends me to Estella and tells me to just ask for whatever I want."

"Once I jokingly said I wanted a Star Destroyer, and Estelle actually prepared to order one for me. Just looking at that number made my scalp tingle."

"The staff members have to apply for permission to study these unusual items, but I can wander around her many collection rooms freely..."

"The Black Tower has certainly not treated me unfairly; the rewards of my labor far exceed the effort I've put in."

Otherwise, she wouldn't have seen the simple message from Black Tower asking for two words to predict the future, and would have set off for the space station without hesitation.

"Hmph, good to know. It's only because I'm a beautiful and kind-hearted genius that I'm good. Now compare me to Ruan Mei and give me your own evaluation." Black Tower curled his lip.

The difference in quality is immediately apparent!

Xing immediately and seriously, objectively, honestly, and without hesitation, replied with those four words.

Just kidding, is there even a comparison?

She greeted him politely and with good intentions, but as soon as they met, Ruan Mei put an anti-emetic in the pastry she was given.

They didn't consider her feelings at all; how hurtful!

At that time, none of his companions were on the space station; only Zhimu, a passenger who had temporarily disembarked, was present.

She poured out her grievances to him, and only with his help did she find Ruan Mei to relieve the effects of the drug.

Thankfully, it was a counteracting agent, which only prevented her from saying anything related to Ruan Mei. What if the poison hadn't exploded?

The poison, created by a genius in the field of life sciences, would be enough to kill her a hundred or eighty times in a mere instant, wouldn't it?

In comparison, although Black Tower likes to boss her around and call her a brat, those are his only flaws.

Xing hadn't forgotten the star core that roamed freely within her body, the Black Tower's most important collection, and what it was meant to be used for...

If they're willing to give even this to her, then comparing them from multiple perspectives, isn't it obvious that they're far superior?

If I had to pinpoint where I lost to Ruan Mei, it would be that when I first saw the Black Tower's true form, my chest wasn't as big as Ruan Mei's...

Oh, now we have it.

"I like what you said."

Black Tower chuckled, then glanced at the former swordsman, recalling some of the things March 7 had said earlier.

I'm not the only one whose persona seems to break down from stereotypes.

Isn't mirror flow the same?

To outsiders, Jingliu is a remarkable woman who, with flawless flying light, unharmed before the swordsman of Luofu, killed Bu Liren, the leader of the battle, Hu Lei, and captured him alive.

But in Qi Zhimu's eyes, isn't he still a yandere and rebellious disciple?

The wanderer, the genius, and the pioneer—the three parties sat at one table, chatting happily.

The five heroes sitting at a table not far away, while not exactly the same as the phrase "having a pleasant conversation," are at least not very related.

Mirror Flow, Crimson Flow, Blade.

All three were quiet types, so they didn't really initiate any conversations.

It was tough on Jingyuan and Bailu.

Bai Lu, in particular, creates almost 80% of the topics, which revolve around different people and the content is not offensive.

Back then, she was the team's talkative and cheerful member, a confidante and a lubricant for relationships; she still is.

At least that's what Jingyuan thinks.

If Bailu hadn't been there, who knows if the four of them sitting around the table would have exchanged no more than ten words by the end of the banquet.

Even so, when Bai Lu occasionally glanced at Qi Zhimu, a hint of envy and longing would unconsciously flash in her eyes.

Of course, it has nothing to do with Qi Zhimu.

Simply because—there were two genuine nameless guests there.

Back when he was Bai Heng, a fox-person, he dreamed more than once of boarding the Star Train and becoming an anonymous passenger, traveling with the train to explore the myriad worlds of the stars.

Unfortunately, times have changed, and she is now the Vidyadhara Dragon Lord of Luofu.

I still remember that day when Danfeng asked if I was willing to become a member of the Vidyadhara clan in exchange for healing a wound that would never heal in my lifetime.

She agreed.

Therefore, she now also owes Danfeng the debt of gratitude for helping her gain a new life through the miraculous method of transforming into a dragon.

The Dragon Lord's legacy also means taking over the responsibilities of Danfeng, or rather... Danheng.

Let Danheng carry her longing for the nameless guest and fulfill the dream that was born when she was carefree.

As Bai Lu was thinking this, she noticed out of the corner of her eye that Qi Zhimu and the others had finished their meal and were getting up to leave.

Before stepping out of the store, Qi Zhimu nodded in her direction as a polite greeting.

Bai Lu smiled back, her gaze falling on Jing Liu with a hint of curiosity.

However, she did not ask.

It's best to gossip about Jingliu and Qi Zhimu privately when there's a suitable opportunity.

Seeing that they had finished talking about the happy things, Bai Lu's face finally became serious.

Since emerging from the water, she has fully understood the major events that have recently occurred in Luofu and knows that things are not yet over.

"Jingyuan, does the Marshal have any new instructions?"

"There's no movement at the moment," Jing Yuan said softly.

"Hmm... It involves Jianmu, yet the Marshal hasn't made a move. That's a bit surprising..."

Bai Lu pondered for a moment, then suddenly realized that she had overlooked something important. She immediately looked up and took in the master and disciple in front of her.

"Senior Zhi Mu has reappeared. Does the Marshal know about this? I mean, Jing Yuan, do you... have you...?"

"You mean, was it written into the report?

Jingyuan knew why she was hesitant to speak, so he simply shrugged.

"I truthfully wrote that the sea-patrolling knight-errant, Zhi Mu, came with the nameless passenger on the Starry Sky Train and extended a helping hand to Luofu."

"Then I'm relieved."

Bai Lu lightly touched her chin, her somewhat tense expression quickly easing.

"It can be sensed that Senior Zhi Mu no longer possesses the bloodline and abundant blessings of the Celestial Race of the Immortal Boat, but rather belongs to another kind of race with the same lineage but different origins."

"But those old guys in the council of elders might not think that way. They'll probably use this as an excuse to label you and do something underhanded."

"Even gaining the Emperor's approval couldn't shut those people up. I really don't understand why the Marshal keeps them around."

"...It's best to skip the topic of why the council of elders can continue to exist." Jing Yuan gestured for Bai Lu to remain silent.

Where there is light, there is also the existence of darkness.

Some deeply ingrained things, though not suitable for public discussion, should not be mentioned casually, even if one is fully aware of them.

"Alright, then I'll talk about you."

Bai Lu, realizing the sensitivity of her words, said seriously:

"Based on my understanding of the elders over the years, once they learn of the disaster at Luofu, they will definitely petition the Marshal to send someone to investigate thoroughly."

"If you don't handle this well, you'll fall into a trap. Being impeached is a minor issue; the real problem is an undignified retirement."

"Back then, they had reservations about General Teng Xiao recommending you to take over the general's insignia before his death, and they interfered with your decision."

"Later, because Jingliu attacked Xuling and almost chopped them into mincemeat, everyone from top to bottom was dissatisfied with you two, master and disciple."

"A fly has been hovering over a flawless egg for hundreds of years. Now that it has finally found a crack, it certainly won't let you go easily."

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