The Hidden Monastery Sect members in front of me are circling the "Angel Catalyst" for identification, each looking as if they are facing a formidable foe but are unable to hide their excitement.
In my earpiece, Luo is still babbling about her stolen technology, interspersed with various incomprehensible theoretical explanations.
In the mental link, Erin is muttering that the storage box under the seat is quite comfortable to lie in, narrow but reassuring, the little puppet giving off the impression of a cat.
Yu Sheng pretended to be nervous about the "Angel Catalyst," and quietly moved to a corner of the parking platform's edge—the Hidden Monastery soldiers looked at him, but most of their attention quickly shifted back to the "Angel Catalyst."
A clone pilot sent over for delivery, without even a firearm for self-defense, with almost zero spiritual energy response... what kind of trouble could such a person cause on such a massive interstellar battleship?
