Xu Yi asked, "How much ore is left at Base Number Three?"
Huangmei said, "Forget about it. The ore gets shipped out the same day it arrives. There's no stockpile. Now that you've killed Li Weiran, I'm afraid things have gotten really troublesome. By the way, why not fake your death and erase Lei Chiyan's identity too?"
Xu Yi snorted. "Even if I wanted to erase this identity, do you think they'd believe it? Before I took the post, everything was calm. The moment I showed up, all three senior officials at Base Number Three died. If you were a Divine Lord, would you believe I had nothing to do with it? Besides, I'm not ready to give up my identity in the Yin Court. I need to buy as much time as I can."
Huangmei stared at Xu Yi in surprise. "What do you mean? You just said they'd figure out it was you. Why are you still entertaining such a pipe dream?"
Xu Yi said, "You know I need time to accumulate Incense Spirit Essence. Once this happens, there's no way to keep it from the Divine Lords. But don't forget, Tu Hun Star is hundreds of millions of miles from Qin Guang Star. The only way to send a message is to cross that vast stretch of space. In other words, no matter what, I still have about a year to accumulate Incense Spirit Essence. But if I take out the messengers, I might be able to drag things out even longer."
Huangmei's eyes lit up. "You really are ruthless. But I like it."
Xu Yi said, "What good is it that you like it? Get on with it. What happened with Pang Weiguo and Li Weiran blowing themselves up?"
The whole thing was bizarre. It had