The command bridge of the Taichu Golden Sky-Cruiser was quiet save for the rhythmic humming of the spatial arrays.
Lin Mo stood before the central bronze pedestal, his gaze fixed on the Kunlun Star-Compass.
The ancient bronze needle remained tilted downward at a sharp ninety-degree angle, vibrating with faint azure light. It pointed straight through the ship’s deck plating, through the rock of Frost-Peak Mountain, and down into the pitch-black abyss of the ocean.
The door to the bridge slid open with a soft hiss.
Shen Qiaoqiao walked into the cabin, carrying a velvet-lined steel lockbox. Behind her followed Su Wan, holding an encrypted crystal tablet.
“Chairman,” Shen Qiaoqiao said, setting the lockbox onto the central planning table. “Our legal and intelligence teams just finished cataloging the personal effects confiscated from Inquisitor Vael and Magnus.”
“Did they have any assets worth keeping?” Lin Mo asked, taking a sip of warm tea. “Or was it just more polka-dot underwear?”
Tie Niu snorted with laughter from the doorway, leaning against the frame in his heavy bronze armor.
