If Feng Yi were alive, he would probably never have let things get this bad. At the very least, Feng Yi was a decent person, intelligent and cultured, always considering the bigger picture—thinking about it now, this man truly had a considerable charm.

Oh! It's just a pity that he is gone. Mingfei especially remembers a scene on satellite No. 8, where Feng Yi did not have many complaints, only telling Mengdie, "Let it be, just let it be."

Mengdie must be the one who feels the most sorrow. To this day, she still wears Feng Yi's Space Crystal around her neck and his mask ties around her ankle. These are memorials to Feng Yi, and for Mengdie, he is probably the person she finds most difficult to let go of.

Jade Clear Sect was, after all, invited here by the Blade Warrior, and she felt somewhat apologetic about the casualties during the day. That evening, she instructed her maids to prepare a banquet in the great hall. However, she was not accustomed to the traditional customs of hermetic schools; she didn't care about the chaotic mess of sect traditions. As long as the arrangements were made, that was all that mattered for the meal.

As the proverb says, "When in Rome, do as the Romans do." Wu Tian also couldn't decline such heartfelt hospitality, but since the incident during the day, he seemed to have aged a bit and become more amiable.

Ah, let the young disciples handle their own affairs. Right now, the future of humanity is uncertain—what do those petty grudges matter in comparison?

It's just unfortunate that Immortal Mountain was destroyed, forcing them to rely on the kindness of others for shelter. Wu Tian's heart felt rather uncomfortable whenever he thought about it.

As a sect leader, he had never, like now, sat and drunk merrily with a group of elders, protectors, and disciples from both the inner and outer sects. It felt a bit strange, but the warm and cheerful atmosphere was not unpleasant.

The rooftop terrace of the great hall was recently a place where Sky Shadow practiced. Inside were arranged Gravity Manipulators and many other equipment; the environment was fresh and elegant, a perfect choice even for quiet meditative practice.

A girl with vibrant red hair hurriedly ran up to the building, both nervous and a little scared. She tiptoed to the door and gently pushed it open, "Sky, Sky Shadow, Mr. Blade invites you to join him for dinner."

"Dinner?" Sky Shadow did not remember Blade Warrior having such a habit.

"Yes, Roland and the people from Jade Clear Sect are also there. You, hehe, please come too." The girl's face bore a smile that was awkward but still polite, and the more she saw Sky Shadow's stern face, the more her heart fluttered with fear, especially when she recalled the battle experience from the day.

"What a joke, tell him I don't have the time." Humph, the thought of dining with those hermetic sect people was quite enough.

"Ye-yes, I understand," replied the maid, her chatter like a machine gun as she nearly ran off, disappearing in a flash. She was terrified of accidentally angering Sky Shadow—who looked on in bemusement—she didn't expect the Blade Warrior's robots to be so attached to their own survival.

During dinner, apart from satellite No. 8, Roland emphasized the impact of the recent global pandemic.

Wu Tian, who was at the same table, did not understand the significance, "Is the pandemic also something out of the ordinary?"

Roland's explanation was relatively vague. As the saying goes, "Misfortunes never come singly, and blessings never come in pairs." On the surface, every event seems isolated, but there may be inexplicable connections between them, which in the realm of science can be categorized as the butterfly effect. However, Roland could not be certain of his hypothesis. He only mentioned that the pandemic had reached a severe state and that one should not harbor unrealistic optimism—anticipating the worst can have its benefits.

Of course, the pandemic itself is not the point; because of it, nations were unable to devote their main efforts to satellite No. 8. This might be due to some coincidence, and there could also be causative links unclear to humanity. If that were the case, the situation could be even worse than imagined.

As for Sky City where they currently resided, it might seem peaceful, but beneath their feet, on various terrestrial planets, countless people were living in unpredictable times. Especially in the mainstream cities with well-developed transportation, the more advanced they were, the harder it was to control the pandemic. The economies and industries of countries had significantly shrunk. On top of that, the entity known as "Bizarre" was also growing. Although uncertain, in the mysterious workings of fate, Roland sensed a thread of unease.

She felt no need to hide it: as early as several years ago, she had foreseen some events, such as the current epidemic or natural and man-made disasters, yet she had never imagined the bizarre emergence of the Magic Crystal civilization.

Therefore, constructing this Sky City was also a consideration of the Blade Warriors, based on her suggestion, to serve as a refuge for a small portion of the population in case of irreversible events. This seemingly small mobile city could then become an inhabitable sanctuary.

Nations had yet to reach complete consensus on the matter of "Bizarre," but fortunately, they had considered the worst-case scenario—should Satellite No. 8 encounter unpredictable situations, humanity even contemplated a method involving stellar impulse engine technology to deviate an Earth-class planet from its orbit.

However, the prerequisites were extremely harsh: the planet's mass could neither be too large nor too small, as current technological capabilities could not propel a planet exceeding one-hundredth the mass of Earth. Smaller ones, on the other hand, could not retain an atmosphere, and without stellar illumination, an Earth-class planet could only rely on active internal reactions for heat. Once the atmosphere was lost, heat would dissipate. According to Roland's investigation, the originator of these hypothetical proposals turned out to be Feng Yi himself.

Thus, in the reconstruction work of Immortal Mountain, they would also adopt engineering philosophies similar to those of the Sky Garden. So far, this technology has been disseminated unconditionally to all countries through special means. Sky City is the quintessential example, and it's believed that soon, other major powers will follow suit.

Wu Tian's mind buzzed—a sudden epiphany! No wonder, no wonder. That's what it was all about! His thoughts suddenly cleared. Back then, when he glimpsed a sliver of the proverbial fate, he knew the what but not the why, aware only that Earth and Mardis were the likeliest regions within the Federation to escape catastrophe.

Since Wu Tian had taken an interest in Feng Yi back then, considering him potentially pivotal in altering humanity's fate, he had paid great attention to the Federation's dilemmas. This perfectly aligned with Roland's recent explanation, with Mardis and Earth being similar in mass.

Over the issue of Immortal Mountain's reconstruction, Wu Tian was overjoyed and hastily stood up to offer his gratitude, although he did not know what it would look like post-reconstruction, it was undeniable that a pavilion soaring above the clouds would have more of the grace of secretive factions…

"I cannot express enough gratitude to the two of you, please accept an old man's bow."

"Never mind, never mind, such a heat for a banquet does spoil the refinement,"

The Blade Warrior prevented Wu Tian from proceeding with his action before he could make it, indicating to him to stop with a raised hand. Although she was the capital, all this was still thank-worthy to Feng Yi—without the financial support of the Free Bounty Tribe, where would she be today? And with this old ghost showing such deference, Mengdie and others would likely also feel compelled to do so, not to mention that Mengdie was carrying something of Feng Yi's inside her, cough, she simply could not bear that burden.

Roland watched everyone with a smile, his gaze landing on a cute girl with twin ponytails.

Yes, the sect leader Mengdie wore twin ponytails, focusing solely on eating from the start. It had to be said that the lifestyle of the rich was truly luxurious; she had never in her life sampled such exotic delicacies or indulged in such a sumptuous feast. Despite genuinely eating bit by bit, savouring every mouthful, Mengdie was, in truth, selecting food at a faster rate than anyone else, quickly finishing all the beverages laid out on the table.

Not until someone made a movement did she realize it.

The Blade Warrior asked, "Mengdie, why aren't you eating?"

"Hehe, the young Enforcer has had a habit since childhood of not lifting her veil in the presence of others."

Well, that's indeed quirky. The Blade Warrior didn't dwell on it much, but Roland looked at her with an almost glazed expression.

It wasn't just a simple matter of a veil. Without saying a word, merely sitting quietly, she attracted many furtive glances from the disciples at the neighboring tables. Quite a personality indeed. Even Roland felt a hint of curiosity about Mengdie, something he couldn't quite see through, and was even tempted to tease her a bit. Considering the occasion, though, he decided against it.

But that was strange, wasn't it? Feng Yi had half-joked with him at the beginning, and now he was thinking about teasing Feng Yi's woman? How odd that felt.

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