Some time had passed since the two had last met. For living creatures, it was a long time, but for Star Lords, it might have been no more than a nap.
Zhang Yang looked at Quark and asked with a smile, "How've you been, bro?"
Quark yawned and replied, sounding rather bored, "How else would I be? Same old, same old."
"The lineage is still fighting the Desolate Lineage. Looks like a result is coming soon. We should have won, with two hundred planets ceded to the Kuafu Lineage."
"As for the Local Interstellar Cloud, we've already arranged the handover with the War Lineage for a thousand years from now. I'll be busy for a while too, tying up loose ends."
A little curious, Zhang Yang teased, "Tying up loose ends? You don't even have a tail!"
"Get lost!" Quark snapped. "Some of the planets I've been holding back, along with those that qualify for advancement to a level three civilization, need a little nudge from me soon so they can advance."
"That way, I can earn some rewards too. What about you? How are things going?"
Having finished, Quark stared curiously at Zhang Yang, anticipation written all over his face.
This little bro surprised him every time!
Zhang Yang said with a trace of melancholy, "Ugh! Don't even ask!"
"Huh?" Quark's heart skipped a beat. Was he cooked?
"One word: broke." After hesitating for ages, Zhang Yang finally said it.
"Thank goodness! Thank goodness!" Quark patted his chest and let out a long breath.
Being "broke" was a minor problem. As long as Zhang Yang hadn't suffered a devastating blow, a serious injury, or a life-threatening crisis, it was nothing major.
"Don't worry about money. If you don't have any, just earn it slowly. I haven't spent the six