Inside the Spaceship.
The lounge was vast and bright, its floor soft as cloud beneath one's feat. A full 360 degree panoramic window wrapped the space, reveling the boundless Secret Realm beyond, misty energy currents drifting like celestial rivers. Everything was perfect.
Except for one thing.
No snacks.
No fine wine.
"Hm," Qin Mu said thoughtfully. "The interior's great, but the name is terrible."
He waved his hand decisively.
"From today onward, it will be called the Thunder Dragon Ship."
"Wahhhh!"
Ao Mengmeng immediately exploded. "The old name was way better! Why would you change it?"
Before Qin Mu could respond.
Beep. Beep.
A calm mechanical voice echoed through lounge.
"Alert. Three Galaxy Level Martial Artists detected nearby."
Qin Mu raised an eyebrow.
"Bring them up."
In the rolling hills below, three Martial Artists clad in cold grey battle armor were fleeing at full speed, combat sabers clenched tightly in their hands.
Behind them.
