Feifei stood with her arms folded, saying nothing. She simply watched her commander—and her lover—with that gentle smile. Her finely outlined, beautiful peach-blossom eyes held deep, abundant emotion.
After staring blankly for several seconds, the latter finally dug a scrap of information out of some crevice in his brain. "Oh, that dragon. I wonder if he's doing well."
"Yes, the dragon King Su gave you."
Everyone wore a different expression, but every ear had perked up—or, for those without ears capable of doing that, they'd found some other way to show it. Yu Lian could sense it with his exceptional spiritual power.
"What do you mean, 'gave'? I stole him. No, wait, he chose to follow me. That's what happens when you're virtuous: you gain support, and when you're not, you lose it. He helped me a lot, so I gave him his freedom. Star dragons belong to the universe, of course. They have their own forty-six-billion-year symphony of evolution, but those Imperial bastards just want to ride them into battle."
Feifei smiled and traced a clear line across the star map with her index finger. "Here. This is where you rode the dragon and seized the Cook. It was still called the Scarlet Throne back then. What do you think? Shall we return for a pilgrimage to the holy site?"
A pilgrimage only counted if someone else went. If I went myself, it'd be unbearably cheesy.
Yu Lian said, "There's no need to make a special trip. From here, as soon as we can detect a route opening that we're cleared to use into Extreme Frontier 77, we can leave the Abyss Nebula at once. Once we enter Imperial territory, we can change course and head toward the galactic core."
Annie Romanova considered this. "We should be careful and