'He wasn't getting any younger. When he died, what would become of Little Honeydew? Would she have to fight over scraps with the scavengers in this junkyard, like a pack of wild dogs?'
Sometimes, he couldn't help but think that perhaps following Yu Fei would be a good choice.
'He's powerful. His background is a mystery, but he's definitely an important figure.'
Old Man Cheng had reached this conclusion because of Yu Fei's calm way of communicating. That inherent concept of equality, ingrained in his very being, was something the old man had only ever witnessed in the truly great figures from across the sea of stars.
The civilization or faction behind him must be incredibly powerful. That had to be why, in a dog-eat-dog place like the sea of stars, he had developed the temperament to speak civilly to everyone.
This was no joke; it was the confidence born from his civilization—the ability to communicate calmly with the powerful without looking down on the dregs of society.
