Beyond the deep blue Earth, an interstellar spacecraft lay quietly at anchor in the vast cosmos.
Inside the cabin, a group had gathered, their gazes all directed beneath the table.
A tiny figure was there, wrapped tightly in a pure white bedsheet.
The unidentified creature wriggled slightly beneath the sheet, trembling. Everyone's faces were filled with astonishment and unease, and they turned to their companions with uncertain looks, as though silently asking what on earth was going on.
"Who was it? Who brought their kid to a place like this!"
"Are you sure that's really a child? It looks more like some little animal of unknown origin..."
"Fang Zhixin, do you know what this thing actually is..."
The person about to press further turned around, only for the words on their lips to stop short, unable to ask another question.
The two teams that had just been fighting fiercely, as though they meant to blow up the entire universe, were now unusually quiet.
Every one of their members looked gloomy, their eyes bewildered.
After a long silence and wait, a stunningly handsome white-haired man finally parted his lips.
His snow-white hair stood out in the dim light, while his deep eyes seemed to hold endless thoughts and stories.
"Don't get worked up yet. Whatever that rare little thing is, there's no way it's Fang Zhixin's kid. You lot from Reincarnation or whatever-you brought a life into this. Aren't you going to explain?"
Among the squad called Reincarnation, a woman with a high ponytail looked up from her thoughts, her ice-blue eyes turning toward the figure huddled in the corner.
She could not quite understand why Fang Zhixin had merely pulled a length of red thread out from behind his back, and then, with the assistance of Sikong, his team's healer,