Jing Jiu felt he could persuade Flower Creek, and the person behind her, then smoothly resolve everything.
That included Xilai being subjected to mental control, Shen Yunmai being confined, and everything he himself was about to face.
Xilai would arrive in another hour and a half, while General Li would take another two days. The window of time was ample.
The situation on the Capital Planet was somewhat unstable. Taking advantage of the explosion on the Vacation Planet, the Ran Household and other aristocratic clans had made their voices heard. Even the Flower Household had stepped forward, which was exceedingly rare. General Li had to deal with those matters, and since he did not want to kill everyone, he needed some time. Of course, he would resolve those problems very easily.
Back in the room at the warship's bow, the universe beyond the window was as dark as ever, without the slightest glimmer of light.
He wondered whether this place would be illuminated once those stars were ignited in the future.
"What are you preparing?" Flower Creek said. "In that story you wrote, Daoist cultivators like you were very wary of becoming entangled in karma."
Jing Jiu stood before the window, looking at the warships hidden in the darkness, and said nothing.
He had felt something was wrong for many days.
It was not the day a spatial fissure appeared on the Vacation Planet, nor the day of the all-out offensive on Yellow Jade III Planet, nor the day he arrived at Base 857, nor the day he spoke with General Li on the Capital Planet's Antarctic Icefield, nor the day he encountered Redpine True Person and his warship in the Sea-Seal Nebula. It had been earlier still.
Back then, he had awakened in the laboratory at Star Gate's core,