"Better find someone to guard the house for me, maybe do a little fishing..." Li Ming thought for a while, and the image slowly fixed in his mind—Anduin.
...
"Is this enough?"
In some desolate Star Domain, Levinbeck looked skeptically at the scene before him.
The starry sky before him was interwoven with a massive triangular metallic framework, its material cold and hard, reflecting the surrounding ship lights.
Numerous special symbols were engraved on it, strange in form, with twisted lines, seemingly some kind of mysterious spell.
On closer inspection, one would find members of the Holy Mother Church sitting cross-legged on the metallic framework, dressed in black gauze.
Their postures were dignified, their black gauze gently brushed to obscure their faces, appearing particularly small against the backdrop of the metallic framework, yet emitting an undeniable aura of solemnity.
