Chapter 4
The next morning, when Gu Qing stepped out of the examination room, the corridor was already empty—no insect in sight. […]
The next morning, when Gu Qing stepped out of the examination room, the corridor was already empty—no insect in sight. […]
Early the next morning, the door chime rang and the ward door slid open. Milton Collins stood in the doorway,
A silver warship cut through the heavy nebula, descending slowly toward the temporary communications station of the Z-19 Military District.
The clouds of the Nine Heavens churned, and ten thousand bolts of thunder roared in unison. A massive rift tore