His dorm room, untouched for so long, was spotless. The climate-controlled air circulation system hummed quietly, preserving the space exactly as he had left it.
It held nearly a hundred years of his memories from Canaan Star Martial Arts University: from his struggles as a freshman, to his emergence in the Newcomer's Cup, and now, his promotion to Planet-level and impending graduation... This place had become another one of his homes in the Cosmos.
The first was his home in the Qimingxing Silver Seagull Community.
Qin Feng did not linger on the sentiment.
He sat cross-legged, and with a mere thought, a red-and-white projection shaped like a miniature dragon shot out from his wristband. It circled nimbly in mid-air—his Subspace Intelligent Assistant, Hammer.
"Hammer, look up the official Empire channels for weapon forging."
Qin Feng's voice was calm and steady.
"As you command, Master."
