Burial Dragon Star

"Xuan, I'm here."

Situ Xuan turned around and looked at her, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly into a gentle smile. There was no savagery in that smile, no mockery, no coldness—only a warmth that came from the heart.

He walked over and pulled Vasha into his arms. Her body was light, soft, and warm, like he was holding a cloud. His chin rested on the top of her head, and her long orange-red hair brushed against his face, ticklish and carrying a faint, delicate fragrance.

Vasha found a comfortable position in his arms, her body curling slightly like a lazy cat. She wrapped her hands around his waist and pressed her face to his chest, listening to the powerful beat of his heart.

Thump, thump, thump.

Steady and strong, like a war drum.

"Send me to Burial Dragon Star. I need to relax properly."

Vasha nodded without speaking. The hexagram mark on her forehead lit up, its orange-red glow growing brighter and brighter until it dyed the entire office orange-red. Starlight radiated from her body and enveloped the two of them.

The office vanished. The floor vanished. The walls vanished. The ceiling vanished. In their place was a boundless starry sky, endless stars, and endless darkness.

The starlight turned into a pillar of light that shot out from the office window and rushed straight into the heavens. The pillar moved at an extreme speed, piercing through the clouds, the atmosphere, and the starry sky in the blink of an eye.

In the night sky above Mingdu, an orange-red light tore across the heavens like a meteor, like a comet, like the path of a god. The light grew farther and smaller, until it finally disappeared into the stars.

Burial Dragon Star was, in truth, a small satellite