"Say something!"
The girl in the yellow skirt stared at the official.
The official’s skin was greenish, and two horns protruded from his forehead. His emerald face looked somewhat troubled.
"Sorry, sorry."
"I’m really sorry, I truly can’t change the charging order." Cold sweat beaded on the official’s forehead—Lord Minghuang’s reputation was known throughout the nearby starfields, famous and feared by all.
Stellar Palace-tier Lord Minghuang personally stationed at Beling Hub Star!
So here’s the real question—
Would a Stellar Palace-tier lord really issue a command just to change a ship’s charging order? Impossible. This girl was clearly just borrowing Minghuang’s name to intimidate others.
He’d worked here for years and seen all kinds of people; experience told him the truth matched his suspicions... The command token the yellow-skirted girl held was only meant to make her a big shot back on a subordinate Administrative Star.
He probed, "How about you show me the command token?"
"Huh? You’ve got some nerve!"
The yellow-skirted girl’s expression turned icy, and she snorted.
She realized arguing was pointless, glared fiercely at the official, then turned to Andrew Han at the front of the line, feeling stifled and frustrated, with nowhere to vent her anger.
"Hmph."
With two or three heavy steps, the yellow-skirted girl moved forward, her legs wrapped in red silk, striding aggressively toward Andrew Han.
The young man gritted his teeth and followed the girl obediently, despite his reluctance.
He knew he’d never become a big shot on his own; he lacked talent in cultivation and could only rely on the yellow-skirted girl for any hope of rising in status.
Thump, thump.
The yellow-skirted girl stood beside Andrew Han and cleared her throat.
"Hey."
She’d just opened her mouth, ready to make her next demand.
The Green Mountain was parked nearby. Andrew Han turned his head calmly, casting a simple glance at the yellow-skirted girl.
Those black-and-white eyes seemed to contain countless blazing meteors, making one’s soul feel as if it would collapse—normal communication was impossible.
Vast and unfathomable!
It was the majesty leaking from his soul-will!
Andrew Han’s soul-will had already reached Fourth-Order Cosmic Light; once he found more Graywhite Aura and stabilized his Soul Starlight, he would immediately return to Chenriver Palace.
Soul power at Fourth-Order Cosmic Light—every trace held earth-shattering force. An ordinary person facing those eyes might die on the spot, as if confronted by a primordial Starry Sky Fiend awakening in the cosmos.
The yellow-skirted girl wanted to speak?
The yellow-skirted girl was used to getting her way?
Andrew Han glanced at her indifferently and turned away; it was like an ant shouting before a terrifying beast, utterly ignorant of the danger.
"Ah!"
In an instant, the yellow-skirted girl was so frightened her mind nearly exploded.
Her eyes widened, breath caught, soul scattered in terror. She felt as if her blood, organs, even her life processes had all stopped—caught between life and death, struggling at the edge of despair.
A starry sky powerhouse’s gaze could shatter planets!
Even Andrew Han’s casual glance held similar power!
"No, no, no."
The yellow-skirted girl opened her mouth, but no sound came out.
In her eyes, the world was reduced to those calm, unfathomable eyes—like the terrifying gaze of something ancient from the depths of the starry sky, pressing down like a celestial canopy. Her vision lagged, her mind churned with tidal waves, and she was thoroughly scared out of her wits.
Snap, snap.
Her long legs clenched tight, and the red silk wrapped around them snapped in two or three places.
Clearly terrified, the yellow-skirted girl was extremely tense. The young man beside her, however, seemed puzzled—he hadn’t met Andrew Han’s gaze, so he couldn’t understand the chilling fear she felt.
"What’s wrong?"
He asked softly.
Not far away, the official’s eyes flashed with understanding: "What else could it be? Clearly, that’s a Starlight-tier powerhouse."
Numerous warp craft were parked nearby, blocking the starlight and making the yellow-skirted girl feel even more oppressed inside.
She took two deep breaths, like a drowning person suddenly brought back to life.
"A Starlight-tier powerhouse!"
At least she was high enough in rank to recognize this much.
Provoking a powerhouse for no reason—getting killed would be normal. Even with a Stellar Palace-tier ancestor, she had no right to challenge a Starlight-tier.
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But—
The yellow-skirted girl, still young and proud, bit her lower lip and bowed her head, murmuring, "Sorry to have disturbed you. My ancestor is Lord Minghuang."
"Oh."
Andrew Han stood with his hands behind his back, responding coolly.
He faced the docking area’s reception facilities, as if he’d never even heard of Minghuang—just watching ship after ship and warp craft enter the port.
So what if she’s Stellar Palace-tier?
He was already at Fourth-Order Creation Light.
The charging area was quiet, a light breeze blowing—a hush fell over the scene.
The yellow-skirted girl’s face flushed as she tried again, whispering, "My ancestor is Minghuang…"
"Stellar Palace-tier, right?" Andrew Han turned to her with a half-smile. "Even if Minghuang herself were here, whether the position changes would depend on my mood."