The night was quiet, the sweet aroma of desserts drifting from the backyard of the small villa. Gu Qing and […]
Military Headquarters. Afternoon. Gu Qing received a message from Loess. 【Clues are beginning to take shape. Xingmang Hall—meet as soon
After lunch, the office returned to silence. Gu Qing sat on the sofa beside Milton’s desk, leisurely flipping through military
Morning light filtered through the hovercar windows, spilling softly across the seats. Gu Qing and Milton sat side by side
Morning light streamed through the hovercar window, spilling across the seats in soft gold. Gu Qing and Milton sat side
Morning light slipped through the gap in the curtains, slanting gently into the room and carrying a tender warmth with
Night fell like spilled ink, and the snow descended without a sound. Since winter settled over the capital, the wind
Gu Qing returned to the home star from the desolate world, yet he did not choose to rest immediately. Instead,
Far away, in another part of the star system, two aristocratic female insects stepped into the laboratory Caesar had fled.
Late at night, the military office was bathed in the dim glow of scattered lights. The silver-white display illuminated Milton’s
The laboratory was suffused with an oppressive tension. The vast spiritual array occupying the chamber pulsed like a slumbering beast,
Gu Qing lifted his gaze to the firmament. The barrier that had enveloped the entire planet, long sustained by the
They walked along the stone path as it trembled beneath their feet. When they looked back at the place where
The oppressive atmosphere had yet to disperse when a distant, gentle voice echoed through the hall. It seemed to cross
Just as Gu Qing was about to leave the master bedroom, his gaze suddenly caught a faint glow among the
As their emotions gradually settled, the two of them realized that the surroundings had quietly changed. This was no longer
The space shifted once more. Snow swirled through the air. A vast white haze sliced through the world like blades,
As they left that darkened room, they continued deeper into the palace, only to round a corner when suddenly a
They continued deeper into the palace. The path was riddled with traps—sword formations, illusions, puppets—covering almost every defensive technique used
Gu Qing slowly took in the spacious underground palace. The walls were lined with merman oil torches, their blue flames
