Abandoned Shelter
"Chen Yu, how exactly are you leading the way?"
"Shut up! Just lead the way properly! And hold tight to the statue in your hands!"
"Ah!"
Amid shrieks of agony, Xu Feng dragged Ye Wuxia down from the sky, crashing toward the Miasma Sea like a meteor.
The instant he touched the miasma, Ye Wuxia's face turned green. Struggling, he shouted, "The air is poisonous! Chen Yu, you're so vicious!"
"Shut up! How many times do I have to tell you? I'm Xu Feng, not Chen Yu!"
"Okay, Chen Yu. I understand."
Seeing Ye Wuxia already beginning to regulate his breathing, Xu Feng let out a long sigh.
Trying to communicate with this idiot reincarnation of a Star Lord was truly exhausting.
He had heard that some Star Lords greatly revered "Holy Foolishness," believing Wisdom to be the mother of all evil. Everyone had supposedly been happiest back when they swam around in the Primordial Sea waving their flagella; after gaining Wisdom, they had not been happy at all.
Thus, while praising primitive and natural ways of life, they would also seize power, eradicate all forms of culture and knowledge, and ultimately force everyone into a state of ignorance and bliss.
Xu Feng had thought this was merely another conspiracy theory, as ridiculous as the claim that the Future Star Lord was actually a big-breasted loli, and that the other two Star Lords had tried to get cozy with her, been rejected, and then turned on her out of spite.
But after seeing Ye Wuxia, Xu Feng realized the rumors did have some merit.
A rumor was still words, and words had to contain something.
The flesh-and-blood Mystic Object puppets in the sky did not continue their pursuit. Instead, they lingered above the Miasma Sea for a long