Like a lifelike earthbound spirit, Yu Lian studied the Emperor's soul and sensed his will. He was certain that the supreme ruler of the Galactic Empire was still in fairly good health.
At least, his soul was certainly in excellent condition.
What kind of Force-using earthbound spirit was this?
Still, psychics weren't like those Force-users. Becoming an earthbound spirit came at a cost. Keeping his soul away from his body for too long might cause irreversible side effects, and it wasn't exactly dignified, either.
Yu Lian's eyes began to dart around. His psychic sense instinctively reached toward the small door, searching for the Emperor's real body.
"My body isn't there. That's my bedroom, and my game room—the only place where my soul can rest." The Emperor sighed. "If you were badly injured, would you turn your game room into an ICU?"
All right, he had a point. So the Emperor was somewhere in Dragon's Approach Palace? The space city was even larger than the Hand of Glory. A metropolis of ten million could fit inside without being crowded, so finding him would be quite a chore.
Maybe he should fire an arc beam at Dragon's Approach Palace?
Also, games... Did he mean the kind of games Yu Lian thought he did?
The Emperor seemed to notice Yu Lian's suspicious expression. "Listen to you. Of course I play games. I'm a Mithril VIP with Universe, and I've won the online Starfighter championship four times. I started playing Geboya Online ten years ago. My character's a female mage called 'Grand Lord of Dragon Palace.'"
Yu Lian felt he'd heard that ID somewhere before, and was immediately struck by a terrible psychic pollution. But considering he hadn't logged in since the war began, Universe might have deleted the account by now. He decided