Inside the main engineering bay of Galactic Sewage & Qi-Recycling Plant #1, Ye Guhan and Bai Xinghe stood side by side like two eager schoolboys waiting for the village teacher to hand out candy.
Their eyes were shining so brightly that they practically lit up the dark corners of the hangar. Above their heads, twin green Loyalty bars pulsed with golden sparkles:
[Citizen: Ye Guhan | Realm: Rank 9 Early | Loyalty: 94/100 — The Lord is teaching us the legendary Void-Cleaving Sword Dao for free! I must not let a single millimeter of space stay crooked!] [Inspector: Bai Xinghe | Realm: Rank 9 Peak | Loyalty: 94/100 — Other Galactic Emperors hoard their secret manuals like stingy dogs, yet Lord Pei hands out supreme spatial sword secrets along with free beef noodles!]
“Both of you, unsheathe your swords and place them on the anvil,” Pei Xuan ordered, rolling up his cotton sleeves.
“Shing! Shing!”
Two blinding beams of sword light flashed across the hangar.
Ye Guhan laid down his Frost-River Star-Cleaver, a four-foot blade that had started as a rusty mortal iron sword in the early desert days and had been re-forged seven times over eight hundred chapters. Its edge was covered in tiny nicks from chopping millions of miles of granite, asteroid iron, and spiral-arm bedrock.
