Faced with Qu Jianlei's answer, the human face said amiably, "All right. I'm not in a hurry either. Your cultivation comes first."
The Artifact Spirit had become so agreeable that even Duo Gan, watching from the side, was greatly surprised.
After a while, Jing Yuexin returned from outside.
Lately, she had had no mind to cultivate. Every so often, she would slip out of the Abode to take a look around, doing her best to gather firsthand information.
Duo Gan told her about the situation. She froze for a moment, then laughed. "It was probably scared."
"Scared?" Duo Gan found that rather unbelievable. Who could possibly scare this fellow?
But after receiving the other party's divine sense, she nodded in sudden realization. It really might have been scared.
There was no need to say more. Alliance spies had appeared on Tianfeng Star—how could the Artifact Spirit not be worried?
In terms of individual combat strength, it had no reason to fear anyone. But as a National Power, would the Alliance play a one-on-one duel with it? In the blink of an eye, two months passed. On this day, Qu Jianlei finally emerged from seclusion.
His body had fully recovered, and he concealed his aura extremely well. As he moved, there was almost no energy fluctuation.
Unless someone deliberately looked for him with their naked eyes, they might not even notice his existence.
Of course, he could not hide from the Artifact Spirit. The human face appeared the next moment.
It was somewhat surprised as well. "Is this... the Natural Dao? Fellow Daoist, you truly do have some talent."
Qu Jianlei gently shook his head, his manner free of worldly air. "It's not talent. I can only say that I found fortune amid misfortune."
The sudden intrusion of that final Death