Luofu, Starskiff Haven.
Zandar wore a Round Felt Hat and a Cloak Coat.
With a suitcase in one hand and a communication device in the other, he sent over a message along with the hot pot restaurant he had chosen.
Then came orderly, barely audible footsteps, which stopped a short distance away.
They sounded like well-trained guards, exceptionally skilled at concealing their movements.
Zandar seemed not to notice. He kept his head lowered toward the screen, waiting for a reply.
Then another set of footsteps sounded, slightly heavier and entirely different from the first.
The newcomer walked straight toward Zandar, stopping two meters away.
Zandar had anticipated this the moment he left the spaceship.
He deliberately left the man waiting, staring at the screen without blinking.
[No Replies Outside Work Hours: I'll be there in an hour.]
Only after receiving the reply did Zandar lower his communication device.
Ignoring the guards surrounding him, he looked at the man before him and feigned surprise.
"How does that Xianzhou expression go again? Overwhelmed by the honor?"
Zandar clicked his tongue in wonder.
"I truly never expected this..."
"To think an obscure scholar like me, unknown throughout the Starsea, could draw the attention of someone as important as you."
Over the past several thousand years, Guan Liang had only ever suffered humiliation at the hands of his former superior. Everyone else treated him with courtesy and deference.
He had heard countless flattering remarks, but that did not mean he could not recognize malice.
Guan Liang could tell at a glance that Zandar was doing this deliberately.
His smile did not reach his eyes.
"You're being far too modest."
Having said that, Guan Liang recalled the details Hua had told him and deliberately brought up the achievement that had made the other