Because Ai Kun was wealthy, he and Luo Xiu shared a high-class private box. It wasn't very large, but it was exquisitely luxurious.
Luo Xiu sat by the window, his gaze drifting through the thin purple smoke rising from the incense burner to enjoy the view outside. Although he appeared completely calm on the outside, he was inwardly shaken. He couldn't appear like a country bumpkin in front of the new subordinate he had just taken on.
Though he had seen the dazzling starry sky many times before, this was his first time actually roaming within it. Being here, in the cosmos, made even him—a man who had weathered many great storms—feel insignificant.
This so-called Flowing Thunder River was not a river of water, but a seemingly endless belt of cosmic dust, filled with countless bolts of lightning. From a distance, it resembled a river of flowing thunder, which is surely how it got its name.
