"...
Lula Ling, joyful spirit,
Your skill could even delight the heavenly gods."
The song lingered in the air, and the Nan Clan had even begun to dance. Due to their bodily structure, their dance was three-dimensional, carrying traces of the technique Shenzhou people called "acrobatics." Yet the beauty of its rhythm faintly matched the rugged melody of the song, simple and unadorned without losing its grace.
"Travelers from afar, listen closely.
The rope of the heart, the knot of benevolence and righteousness—Lula Ling welcomes you, just as in the distant past
she welcomed another group of guests.
Join the game of knots.
The rope of knowledge, the knot of wisdom—Lula Ling was, of course, the winner of the game.
Yet the guests were still delighted,
for they learned Lula Ling's craft
and used it to comfort their long years.
From then on, the craft of knots became beloved by the heavenly gods.
..."
The Shenzhou people who had crossed countless light-years gradually melted into the joyous atmosphere as well.
Chen Feng looked at the pile of bugs before him, wondering whether he should eat a third pupa.
Core Formation Cultivators did not have great material needs. They merely had to periodically ingest a little simple organic matter to replenish the tiny amount of mass lost through metabolism. He rather liked the alien flavor here, but he was unsure how productive these cheerful, poverty-contented Nan Clan people truly were—what if one bite from him amounted to an entire day's ration for one of them?
Making others endure hunger for the sake of satisfying his own palate was not his way.
Just as he hesitated, the sounds of celebration around him gradually died down. Xue Bufan rose and said, "All right, it's over. Let's go."
"It's over?" Ai Qinglan stared at