A Thousand-Person Ruler's Personal Opinion

Even so, Jing Yuan had to consider very carefully how to approach Cheng Lingshuang's native civilization.

Moonlit night, courtyard.

Cheng Lingshuang brought over dinner, simple Shenzhou dishes, but complete in color, aroma, and taste.

Xiao Shi's eyes lit up the moment she took her first bite, and then she silently accelerated the movement of her chopsticks.

She didn't want to praise Cheng Lingshuang, but Li Sushang was still honest:

"Master, your culinary skills are even more impressive than back in the day!"

"You live alone long enough, it's only natural."

"Uh... Are you still blaming me for leaving and never returning? I didn't do it on purpose. I was heavily wounded and nearly died back then, and the Rochaman used some kind of technology to freeze me in ice, only waking me up five hundred years later so Sushang could have the honor of seeing Master again."

"No wonder I searched half of Shenzhou and couldn't get any news of you, thinking you'd been tricked by a Rochaman into some deep mountain forest to be a bandit chieftain's wife. Then later, for some reason, the view before my eyes blurred for a moment, and I appeared beneath a strange night sky."

Cheng Lingshuang sighed faintly, her expression without a ripple or wave.

Xiao Shi rolled her eyes, busy eating, too lazy to mock at a time like this.

Li Sushang's phoenix eyes blinked, shimmering with moved tears:

"Master, it turns out you got lost in interstellar space because you went out looking for me? This unfilial disciple has dragged you down!"

"According to Yan Qing, the number of people in interstellar space who accidentally leave their homes due to all sorts of predestined encounters is countless; it's nothing rare. Perhaps it had nothing to do with you; I would