Aboard the Nine Universes Merchant Alliance's flying vessel, Venerable Luo stood with his hands behind his back, his gray-white hair casually tied behind him. Beneath his seemingly tranquil eyes lay joy he could not conceal.
As the Nine Universes Merchant Alliance's highest-ranking person in the inner region, he understood Jiang Shu's value better than anyone.
Jiang Shu stepped aboard the flying vessel and respectfully bowed.
Venerable Luo raised a hand in a virtual gesture of support, and a gentle Power of Space lifted Jiang Shu upright.
"No need for formalities."
He carefully examined the young man before him, growing more satisfied and pleasantly surprised the longer he looked. His gaze lingered briefly over Jiang Shu's dantian before he spoke.
"The Heart of Space has fused quite well."
Jiang Shu nodded with a smile. "That is also thanks to the Space Essays you bestowed upon me before."
Venerable Luo smiled and waved his hand. "Those essays are merely my own personal insights. When it comes to Space Law, countless Venerables surpass me, yet the geniuses under their tutelage may not surpass you."
He turned and motioned for Jiang Shu to follow.
"Come, let us return to the Eternal Tower. The Merchant Alliance's upper ranks have sent you quite a few things. Even I find myself a little envious."
The flying vessel slowly started up, passing through layer upon layer of Spatial Barriers.
Jiang Shu stood by the porthole, gazing at the Deep Space Sea gradually receding into the distance, his thoughts in turmoil.
The news Zhan Yun had sent a month ago had confirmed his suspicions.
At least seven buried genius corpses had vanished without a trace, all mysteriously disappearing three days after being laid to rest.
"Doomsday Cult..."
Jiang Shu clenched his fist, and space faintly twisted in his palm.