Master Yin Er didn't know what he saw, but suddenly swore aloud and rushed over.
Chuzheng looked in his direction and saw that Master Yin Er had stopped in front of a mecha in the corner, grabbing a person in work clothes standing before the mecha and emotionally arguing.
Chuzheng looked at that mecha.
It was an entirely black mecha, now powered down, standing quietly like a silent beast.
The screen in front of the mecha was playing footage of it.
It was on a cruise battleship in the universe, the black mecha seemed to come breaking through the cosmos; it used to be a sword standing on the battlefield.
A sword that made enemies fear.
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Chuzheng's gaze swept to Jing Lan at the back of the crowd.
He was sitting on the steps at the edge, his head raised to look at the mecha, his expression indescribably desolate or sad.
One person and one machine, silently opposing, each solitary.
Master Yin Er caused a commotion, attracting many people's attention.
"Isn't this Zhou Jue?"
