The place where the shuttle docked was named Landing City, resembling a gigantic beehive, quietly floating in space.
Each cell of the beehive was a port, harboring shuttles that were either about to depart or had just returned.
Between the cells, there were decks of various sizes—the aliens came in different shapes and sizes, and Li Changzhou and his companions stood on a deck well suited for humans.
Li Changzhou glanced at his sister and said, "Tell me."
"If it's not serious, forget it," Yang Qinglan laughed.
Li Qianxia snorted as if Yang Qinglan was a bad woman who pretended to be very familiar with the siblings, though they were not very close.
She said to Li Changzhou, "We don't need to resolve the curse on us. We can ask a saint to set up a barrier for 'Honey Pot World' that can block the barrier of the Ancient God.
