Jing Jiu had agreed to General Li and Zeng Ju's request and joined the Star Ignition Plan, but that did not mean he had to remain at the Ring-Shaped Base all the time like those scholars and experts.
That very night, he left 857 Planet and returned to the Blazing Sun Warship.
Throughout these days of vacation, the Blazing Sun Warship had been undergoing modifications. Its computing core had been upgraded to the Alliance's highest tier, and its wireless transmission capacity had also been greatly increased.
The biggest modification had taken place in the warship's storeroom. The storeroom that had once been packed with nuclear bombs had been completely emptied, leaving it immensely vast and bare.
A chair stood on the floor in the distance, like an inconspicuous little dot compared with the enormous storeroom.
Pale blue light emerged from the information nodes, refracting ceaselessly between the smooth floor and walls to conjure beautiful, unreal images.
The chair was the same kind of Soft Chair as the one on the terrace of the Star Gate University Hotel.
To its left stood a small clay stove, neatly stocked with dozens of slender, attractive sticks of silver charcoal. Pale blue flames rose from within like smoke. An iron kettle rested on the stove, brewing light green tea.
Everything was familiar to him.
When an entire civilization attended to one person, anything beyond imagining could happen.
It was only because he had made no request; otherwise, Zhong Lizi would certainly have had her studies at the Priest Academy interrupted and been brought here as quickly as possible.
Looking at all this, Jing Jiu's expression did not change at all. He placed his black backpack beneath the chair, lay down quite naturally, and tapped the armrest lightly.
Flower Creek lifted the iron kettle and