Robbery?

The Xianzhou 'Luofu', Xuanyè Avenue.

Bai Heng stood in a plaza in front of a theater, a candied hawthorn in his left hand, made of mandarin oranges, strawberries, and hawthorns.

He stared blankly at the giant humanoid sculpture in the center of the plaza, lost in thought.

"Is this me? What the hell is this supposed to be me?"

As a landmark of Xuanyè Plaza, Bai Heng's sculpture was placed in the center of the plaza.

But Bai Heng couldn't connect this piece of abstract art to himself.

Plus, he used to have long hair, but now he has short hair, no wonder no one recognized him after walking for so long.

But to be honest, 700 years have passed on the 'Luofu'.

Most of the people who knew him back then are old enough to be Mara-Struck.

Even if they haven't fallen to Mara-Struck, 700 years is enough to forget a lot of things.

"Yingxing, Jingliu, and Dan Feng, I wonder where they are now. Bai Heng is still imprisoned in the Prison of Confinement. I wonder if General Jing Yuan can still recognize me," a hint of sadness flashed in Bai Heng's eyes.

But soon, the opening bell of the theater blocked this sadness.

Bai Heng followed the crowd into the theater, waiting for the play to begin.

The wait wasn't long, only about an incense stick's worth of time before the curtain was drawn, and famous Xianzhou plays were staged in turn.

One scene was about the Ambrosial Arbor's revival on the 'Luofu' a while ago, and the Lord of Destruction's attempt to subvert the 'Luofu' with the Star Nucleus.

Bai Heng had heard about this when he was at the Interastral Astronomical Society, but he didn't understand it in depth.

Now, with the help of this newly written play in the theater, he learned more about the whole story.

Of course, artistic processing like plays can only be used as a reference at most, and cannot be fully believed.

But the characters in this play can't be made up.

"The Astral Express... a Star Nucleus spirit???"

"Who is this? Yingxing? Blade? Did he go to become a Stellaron Hunter?"

"Dan Feng? He's back on the Xianzhou too?"

"Wait, who is this... Master? Isn't she Mara-Struck?"

Bai Heng was sweating profusely throughout the entire play.

Although his visit to the Xianzhou on behalf of the Interastral Astronomical Society was nominally to study and collect information about The Hunt and The Path of Abundance, the Corporation wouldn't do something without a purpose, and neither would the Interastral Astronomical Society.

The reason why he was suddenly sent to the Xianzhou 'Luofu' at this time to conduct research was naturally related to the appearance of the Lord of Destruction Huànlóng on the 'Luofu'.

But he didn't expect that Huànlóng's appearance would involve so many forces.

Most importantly, these forces are all related to him.

Jing Yuan, the current General of the Xianzhou 'Luofu', is his senior brother.

Jingliu, who is nominally a prisoner of the Xianzhou Alliance, is his master.

Blade of the Stellaron Hunters, Dan Heng on Akivili's Astral Express, are his close friends, and their current state is also related to Bai Heng.

Even Huànlóng might be considered a colleague, after all, seven hundred years ago, he became a Destruction Emanator under Nanook, one of the seven permanent Lords of Destruction.

The appearance of a Destruction Emanator is likely to attract the attention of the other seven Lords.

Perhaps Huànlóng will also feel a familiar aura from him.

The trip to the Herta Space Station last time made Bai Heng realize that this simulation can affect reality.

So, if these people haven't left the Xianzhou 'Luofu' yet, he might experience a reunion after seven hundred years.

After the play about the Lord of Destruction Huànlóng ended, the theater also performed several Xianzhou historical epics, and the last one was about him and Jingliu.

Bai Heng didn't know which act of the play was being performed on stage, nor was he familiar with the scenes being portrayed.

But watching the interaction between the two actors, he didn't feel the embarrassment he expected, and even remembered the dozen or so years he spent living with them.

Yes, seven hundred years have passed...

This was the last play of the night. After the host came out and announced the successful completion of the play, Bai Heng followed the crowd out of the theater.

Close to midnight, Xuanyè Avenue was still brightly lit, and there were even Cloud Knights and a girl knocking on gongs and drums, performing acrobatics on the street.

Bai Heng couldn't help but complain:

"Seven hundred years have passed, and the Cloud Knights' business scope is so wide now?"

He didn't stay at the entrance of the theater for too long. After all, the night was late, so it was better to find a hotel to stay in.

So he crossed Xuanyè Plaza and walked along the not-so-crowded accommodation street.

There, there weren't as many bustling merchants and shops, so it was deserted and quiet at this hour, suitable for rest.

However, after Bai Heng had walked for the time it takes to burn a stick of incense, he suddenly felt a chill travel from his sleeve to his neck.

A layer of fine frost had condensed under the lanterns of the surrounding shops.

Dimly, Bai Heng felt the chill approaching from behind.

He held the Nameless horizontally in one hand, gently twisting the hilt, and blocked the suddenly descending sword strike...

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