The Mirror Spirit had been feeling rather stifled, but when it heard, "Why don't we switch places?" it could not help but laugh.
Although it had always been suppressed by the Guardians—not merely these past two days, but for tens of thousands of years—its freedom was honestly greater than theirs.
At most, it was a "False Earthbound Spirit." The other party, however, was firmly tethered to Blue Star, with chains around it.
In any case, only they themselves knew their own hardships. Its mood immediately improved quite a bit.
In all fairness, surviving the Great Destruction had already been no easy feat. Besides, neither of them was doing particularly well, so there was no need for either to mock the other.
But strictly speaking, were they really doing so poorly?
One could look down on all living beings of Blue Star, while the other could deal with a Space Fleet sent to Mars. If that counted as doing poorly, what counted as doing well?
This "poorly" was only relative. Since they could no longer summon wind and rain or look down upon all living beings as they once had, they felt aggrieved.
As the old saying went, "It is easy to go from frugality to luxury, but hard to go from luxury to frugality."
There was no need to elaborate on the gap in their hearts. Before preparing to leave, Feng Jun specifically informed the Guardians, "I'm going to the other side to reopen the two-way passage. I'll have to trouble you, Senior, with matters concerning the Blue Star Realm."
He did not specifically mention places such as Luo Hua, Chaori County, or Alansmu, nor did he bring them up at all. His intention was therefore clear—he wanted the senior to keep watch over this visitor from Mars.
Feng Jun