"Me? I crashed into the Dragon People's highest honor hall, the Celestial Star Institute, when I arrived on a meteor?"
Ansheng, full of confusion, glanced at the landlord, who was speaking as if telling a tale. "Do I have such skills?"
"Wouldn't the Dragon People tear me apart alive?!"
The landlord recounted the starry past, speaking convincingly, but Ansheng remained skeptical, suspecting the landlord of slandering him.
He was only a few years old; at the time of the Dragon-man Civilization's downfall, his great-great-grandfather was probably still digging mouse holes.
"If you don't believe it, then, when the Spiritual Particles reach their peak, ask the Invisible Tree for the footage; they recorded it with law enforcement recorders..."
The landlord waved his hand and didn't demand that Master Fuli immediately believe what he was saying.
He was merely answering how Master Fuli came from the Otherworlds of the Blue Star to the present Blue Star.
