The vast starry sky, incredibly magnificent, with various mysterious scenes emerging in the expansive cosmos: a purple star nebula... a black vortex, and the myriad stars forming a splendid starry sky pattern.
At this moment, a flying device was swiftly navigating the starry sky, capable of accommodating about a hundred people. Currently, Lin Mo and Zhou Xinyue were inside this flying device, and the space within was relatively spacious.
Zhou Xinyue looked at Lin Mo, who was meditating with his legs crossed inside the flying device, with a look of hesitation in her eyes, wanting to speak but holding back.
After about an hour, Lin Mo finally opened his eyes, a glint of brilliance flashing through his black pupils before focusing his gaze on Zhou Xinyue. He asked, "You said you have something I definitely want. If you can't produce it, don't blame me for killing you."
