Old Holy Spirits, The Lost Ship, and the Black Star

"What do you mean, you just took a nap on the terrace outside and dreamed about someone on The Lost Ship—and you even felt like you knew her well?"

On the bridge of the Mass Effect, Baili Qing's facial muscles reached the peak of their daily exercise once again. The corners of her eyes had twitched upward by at least four pixels, and her tone carried a hint of astonishment.

Although she did not say it outright, Yu Sheng somehow read the unspoken meaning behind those four pixels: You useless idiot, can you ever take a day off?

How should he put it? Yu Sheng himself felt a little awkward, especially after seeing the sleepy, practically exhausted look in Baili Qing's eyes. He wanted to suggest that she take some time off first, but then remembered that she was indeed on vacation right now. Though taking leave on the front lines was rather laughable in itself, he still could not bring himself to say anything more.

He raised a hand and scratched his cheek before finally speaking. "First, don't ask me how it works. You know how reasonable the things that happen to me are. Second, don't ask whether I can reproduce it. If I could reproduce this thing, I wouldn't have come looking for you. I'd have just called that bandaged woman twice more and asked her myself..."

After saying that, he coughed twice and rubbed his chin. "I'm just asking whether the person I described is one of those legendary Ancient Holy Spirits—the ones who left with The Lost Ship for the edge of the universe and never came back."

Baili Qing and Hong exchanged a glance. Beside them, True Spirit Yuan Hao spoke first, seemingly deep in thought. "Bandages, black clothing, female, carrying a lantern, appearing within