Yue Qi instinctively did not want to continue the subject, so he changed it. "Weren't you going to introduce me to someone important?"
The subject had changed, yet as if some magic were at work, the bullet that had missed its mark returned to the bullseye. He found himself saying, "If it's Old Elers..."
"Don't joke around. The greatest regret of my life is that I didn't rush over just now, kneel beside him, and kiss the back of his hand!" Smith's words were exaggerated, yet utterly sincere.
"And then get pinned to the ground by those black suits?"
Smith did not catch the subtle implication. He merely expressed himself with unrestrained emotion. "It would have been worth it, York, worth it! Old Elers is my spiritual mentor. Maybe if he touched me, he could change my fate forever!"
Left or right, death or life?
Yue Qi moved his lips but ultimately did not say anything so ruinous to the mood. He only said, "Right now, I just want to meet someone who can put my mind at ease."
"Oh, right, I still remember! Forgive me for getting a little carried away. I hope Miss Bai Xinyan hasn't left yet."
As he spoke, Smith led Yue Qi through the exhibition area.
Nearly every large cruise ship had an exhibition area displaying art and the like, sometimes hosting small auctions as well. Such displays generally had limited space and resources. Without them, something felt missing; with them, they were nothing special.
But things were different aboard the Emerald Light.
The exhibition area was not limited to C12 District. In fact, District C, the main commercial and shopping zone, had been converted into an Exhibition Hall. Yue Qi had visited once before. Four sections, tens of thousands of exhibits—it was nothing compared