"Black Fire Weapons Company, as I've mentioned before."
Mu Fan looked quietly ahead at the approaching figure, pouring another gulp of strong liquor down his throat, letting the fiery burn scorch his throat and vaporize his eyes.
Seven days of decadence, seven days of rushing about.
It's not that the time was too long, but rather too short.
In the cold and silent hall of Shadow Island, Mu Fan had countless times gazed up at the ceiling, questioning himself repeatedly.
Now, when he opens and closes his eyes, scenes from the Capital Star keep flashing in his mind.
Like photographs reappearing in his mind, one by one...
Two Sky Communication calls.
Two voices.
After that, Mu Fan journeyed through the starry skies, learning to savor strong liquor.
It wasn't the drunken escapism of alcohol dulling the mind, but rather the intense fiery stimulation that made him forget all weariness.
The aftereffect of burning blood was that Mu Fan's face grew increasingly mature.
