[City of a Thousand Stars · Interstellar Domain]
A pool party was underway at a villa on a planet.
Mo Wen lay on a Sun Lounger in a bathrobe, surrounded by a large crowd of attendants waiting on him.
Suddenly, a system notification sounded in his ears.
He brought up the System Light Screen and frowned slightly at a name on his Friends List.
Before long, a steward in a black tailcoat knelt beside him and dismissed the surrounding attendants.
The lively party instantly fell silent.
Everyone stood obediently in place, awaiting Mo Wen's instructions.
"Lord Mo Wen, she is dead. According to the last message sent back, the person Thousand-Path Turing met was Ye Qiyan of the Imperial Sequence."
Ye Qiyan.
The instant he heard that name, Mo Wen's brow furrowed a little more.
"Ye Qiyan. Him again. Continue."
"Yes. The footage from before her death was very blurry, most likely because spatial transmission was affected by Ye Qiyan's Space Type Blasphemy Card.
But... there is a very strong chance that the box has already fallen into his hands."
Mo Wen calmly listened to his subordinate's report. A long while later, he murmured to himself.
"Ye Qiyan... one Space Type Blasphemy, one Blasphemy called Judgment Enforcer, and another related to dreams...
What a nuisance...
Still, that is fine.
What is inside that box means nothing to me.
It does not matter if it falls into his hands.
He is that pure sort of Train Conductor, with firm, fervent convictions. He probably has little interest in returning to the Primordial World. That makes him different from Lu Jiayun.
In his hands, that thing will probably be nothing more than an item for a burst of power. It hardly amounts to anything."
The steward lowered his head.
"Lord Mo Wen, Lu