To Hua Zhen, every minute and second was exceedingly precious. Naturally, he could not waste time on unnecessary matters.
So, before the budding gay romance between Xuan Ji and that native named Ke Fei could even begin, he ruthlessly put an end to it.
There were inevitably a few little incidents. For example, when the man named Ke Fei saw Hua Zhen taking Xuan Ji away, he looked at Hua Zhen with the eyes of a man whose wife had been stolen and shouted things like, "What are you going to do to him?" and "Let him go! If you've got guts, come at me!"
Hua Zhen could not even be bothered to spare him a glance. After signaling Andre, he pulled Liang Bing, whose face screamed "I'm not happy," into the Data Mimicry Wormhole.
As for Xuan Ji, one of the parties involved, no matter how desperately and heartbreakingly Ke Fei called out to him, he remained unmoved throughout. In his eyes, there was no one left besides his own Highness.
Inside the wormhole, aboard a small spacecraft.
Xuan Ji gazed at Hua Zhen's profile with tears glimmering in his eyes. Several times, he wanted to get up and go speak to him, but Liang Bing's vicious glare frightened him off each time. He bit his lower lip and kneaded the corner of his clothes. He truly looked small, helpless, and pitiful.
Even now, the sudden upheaval from ten thousand years ago remained fresh in his memory.
For some unknown reason, His Highness had suddenly gone offline. From Sixth Legion Commander Kent down to ordinary Angel Warriors, all of them had fallen into an extremely weakened state. Yet that was not even the most terrifying part.
Facing the fierce assault of the Fourth, Fifth, and Seventh Tiangong Armies