A few days later.
In another corner of the Milky Way Galaxy.
On an incomparably desolate planet, where there was nothing but red sand filling the sky—not even oxygen.
As a wave of teleportation rippled out, Hongjun's figure blinked into existence.
And here, someone had long been waiting for him.
"Looks like you've eaten and drunk your fill?"
Hearing those words, so obviously laden with dissatisfaction.
Hongjun, who had just attended a banquet, showed no embarrassment whatsoever.
He merely sighed in feigned helplessness.
"Can't be helped. Their hospitality was simply a little too enthusiastic. They refused to let me leave until now."
As he spoke, he continued teasingly,
"And more importantly, now that the matter has been dealt with."
"Wasting a little time is completely insignificant~"
In response, Luohu, who had been sitting cross-legged for several days, merely said noncommittally,
"Let's hope so. If some major problem arises, don't blame me for turning hostile on the spot."
Ever since Luohu and Hongjun had met several years ago, they had remained in contact.
However.
Since both understood that the other harbored ulterior motives, their contact had never been particularly close.
Especially after they learned of those Hong Huang settings through various channels, that became even more true!
Whenever they met.
The way Luohu looked at Hongjun was always deeply off.
It could not be called bitter hatred, but it was nowhere near the word friendly either.
It was a gaze filled with scrutiny.
After all, not everyone could get along amicably with the person who was supposed to kill them, step upon their corpse, and successfully rise to the top.
At the very least, Luohu could not.
Whenever he looked at the other man, it felt like a thorn lodged in his heart, making him horribly uncomfortable!
He found it somewhat