Three days later.
In the vastness of space, stars glittered.
The Star Ship was sailing through space, its exterior altered to resemble an ordinary spacecraft. Unless it unleashed its power, no one would know it was a Saint-Grade Spaceship.
This was the concealment ability of a Saint-Grade Spaceship—treasures hid their own brilliance.
That was why Xia Ping felt quite at ease piloting this ship wherever he pleased.
Inside the spacecraft, in a restaurant, Jiang Yaru, Chu Rong, Su Ji, Yu Qiqi, and Feng Hetang sat around the dining table, enjoying a delicious lunch. Naturally, Xia Ping was there as well.
"Fatty Feng, I never expected a cowardly, life-loving fellow like you to dare leave the Cloud Sky Realm. You've truly made me see you in a new light." Chu Rong stuffed a soup dumpling into her mouth, smacking her lips as she ate. She looked curiously at Feng Hetang, never expecting this fatty to come along too.
"Hmph, I'm Boss's number one lackey. Wherever Boss goes, his lackey naturally goes too. Even if it means charging through boiling water and blazing fire, I wouldn't hesitate. What does this little matter amount to?" Feng Hetang declared righteously, patting his chest to show his unwavering loyalty.
But in truth, he had long since weighed the risks of this journey. First of all, he knew that Xia Ping had gained a foothold in the universe. He seemed to have become a disciple of a Saint-grade sect and had even been accepted by a Saint as a personal disciple.
Anyone could tell just by using their knees how incredible that status was. That was one incomparably thick thigh.
As long as he could cling to that thigh, then even in an alien world fraught with danger, he absolutely would not face any real peril.