Even across the stars, Yu Lian could sense the Flamewing Dragon's meek, obsequious emotions. Yet there wasn't a trace of resentment or humiliation in them. He couldn't help but marvel.
"Feifei really could become a woman like one of those beast tamers!"
"Thank you, but I still don't understand what you find so amusing." Feifei's smile on the viewscreen remained bright and gentle, and even seemed to have taken on a maternal air. "You can call me the dragons' political commissar, Commander."
"..."
"Yu'er was right. Whether it's a ship or a dragon, it has to be put to good use. Ships can be modified, and dragons can too. In fact, they're probably easier to modify than people."
Yu Lian watched the Flamewing Dragon fly through space with its head bowed and eyes lowered, and tactically lit another Old Saber cigarette.
Feifei made a lot of sense. He was practically speechless.
As for the ship, half of the ten dragon roosts aboard the Dragonship Pilgrimage had already been gutted and converted into hangars. It was a bit like turning the presidential suite into a dormitory. They'd then stationed 120 Red Phantoms and 16 torpedo boats there.
For a ship the size of the Pilgrimage, that was an absurd number of aircraft—but they'd only used half the interior space.
When the engineers first boarded the ship, they'd stared in awe at this mystic phenomenon that shattered everything they knew. They'd even been afraid to touch the lavish dragon amenities, like the fountains, rock gardens, and bamboo groves. But after Feifei issued her ultimatum, they'd set to work, trembling with trepidation.
Fortunately, the work was going exceptionally smoothly.
The engineers' renovations hadn't affected the warship's cruising at all, nor had they disrupted the spatial array's normal operation or triggered any rejection from