Liu Di was moved.
He looked up at the disc-shaped spacecraft.
By now, every aspect of the Silver Shuttle—its functions, speed, size, and so on—had become outdated.
In such Deep Space, it no longer had any use.
But—
"What does it mean when they say, 'If only life were always like our first meeting'?"
Liu Di smiled. "It doesn't just describe people. It can describe things too. Back then, the Silver Shuttle amazed me beyond measure. It carried me across Earth, helping me accomplish one thing after another and defeat enemy after enemy. It and I have gone through countless stories together."
Liu Di stepped forward and reached out to touch the Silver Shuttle's smooth, pristine surface. "Right, old friend?"
At that instant, the Silver Shuttle suddenly lit up, soaring into the air and turning into a streak of silver light that looped through the sky.
At this moment.
The old-fashioned fireworks prepared by the Maya Civilization were released all at once, painting a dazzling scene across the sky.
Everything reflected in Liu Di's eyes as scenes from the past flashed through his mind.
The Mayans began to cheer.
Repaying their benefactor brought joy from the bottom of their hearts.
With the brilliant scene at his back, Liu Di swept his gaze over the crowd. "Your escort fleet was swallowed by Boyle, and your current combat strength is rather weak. We are of the same kind. Since you gave me such a thoughtful gift, I should return the favor."
At this moment.
Eight million points of starlight lit up in Deep Space.
They were the fleet of warships Liu Di had previously used to suppress Boyle.
Liu Di smiled freely. "Eight million starships. They're yours."
"What?"
Grandpa Luo Bao stiffened. "Such an enormous asset—eight million ships—we wouldn't dare accept it.