Of the two options Xianyu had given him, Jing Yuan found a third on his own.
He knew he was dodging the question, and he knew even better where Xianyu and the Xianzhou stood.
Aside from its eight massive ships, the Alliance had only a hundred-odd planets.
The number of planets the Xianzhou possessed did not even amount to a fraction of what other powers in the cosmos held.
But if one picked any one of those planets...
Other planets could work for a hundred years and still fail to earn enough to match a single year's tax revenue from a Xianzhou subsidiary planet.
Naturally, the Xianzhou would not bring Igor's home planet under the Alliance's protection just because Jing Yuan asked.
But what if he were not a Galaxy Ranger?
What if he were the heir chosen by the Current Marshal?
Before learning Xianyu's identity, Jing Yuan had read the dossier on the Father of the Xianzhou and learned about his daily schedule.
While fighting the Golems, he had gone a month without eating, drinking, or sleeping.
After becoming Marshal, he had gone thousands of years without sleep or rest.
Even the Reignbow Arbiter had descended upon the Xianzhou for the Former Marshal.
Jing Yuan had been utterly stunned.
No wonder they sealed the dossier away...
What a load of nonsense! Who would believe this?
After learning the truth and attending Xianyu and his master's wedding banquet, Jing Yuan had been left speechless.
The Current Marshal had given him a planet with a particularly significant meaning and placed great hopes in him.
Yet all he wanted was to follow in an Aeon's footsteps and become a Galaxy Ranger.
As the saying went, knowing oneself was a virtue.
Jing Yuan considered himself an ordinary person.
A single massive ship had