Yellow Sparrow?

"Wife, honey, wasn't that exciting? Wasn't the plot about these old friends of several hundred thousand years turning against each other absolutely thrilling?"

"I told you there'd be a good show, but you didn't believe me. How do you feel now? You're all dumbfounded, aren't you?"

Hearing Ximen Lang say that, Leng rolled her eyes at him.

On the screen, two old men whose combined ages exceeded a million years had turned against each other—and were even fighting to the death—over the Cosmic Origin, an empty shell that had long since been looted clean.

Leng couldn't help commenting speechlessly.

"What's so interesting about this tired old plot? When you get right down to it, it's just two old men fighting because they couldn't agree on how to split the loot."

"If the two sides weren't the famous Space Principal and Wandering Ryze of the Known Universe, with their identities giving the scene a bonus, I wouldn't even bother watching."

"There are at least eight hundred movies like this on Earth every year—probably a thousand. Is this really worth making such a fuss over?"

Hearing that, Ximen Lang thought it over carefully and realized she was right.

If the ones fighting weren't Space Principal and Wandering Ryze, and they didn't have the same identity bonus as the office ladies beloved by the degenerates, this lousy plot really wouldn't be worth watching.

Even if he included Carl, who wanted to wait until the end to profit as the hidden victor...

"No, that's not right. Even if the plot is clichéd, with people like Carl and the others adding their identity bonus, that alone makes it worth the price of admission, doesn't it?"

Especially when he noticed the wives staring at the screen without blinking.

Even Queen Keisha and Pi Pi Xi, who