The spaceship was quite cramped, so Qianyao ended up returning to the world of the mind to make room for Rouxi.
After all, this was Lingxi's first time traveling on a spaceship. It was only natural for her to have both her mother and father by her side for it.
The main cabin had a total of three seats: one for the pilot and two for the passengers.
They were packed close together, bolted to the metal floor, and the air inside was cold, carrying a faint metallic smell.
There wasn't much space, but fortunately, the Celestial Emperors accompanying Qingyi didn't need to sit down, and neither did he. The seats were there more for comfort than out of necessity.
The four guards simply stood at the back of the cabin, motionless and silent, as if they were part of the ship itself.
"How long will the trip take?" Qingyi asked, running his hand through Lingxi's hair, the fine, soft strands slipping between his fingers.
