"Thinking back, when I made Ying Huo evolve from one star to six stars, how challenging was that? Its six hundred thousand stars today are such a huge metamorphosis! The starry sky really is magnificent," Tianming sighed.2

"Hello, Big Sisters." Tianming went to Moran. More than fifty almost identically tall and beautiful women were gathered together, working hard.0

"Hello, Little Brother."2

Except for Weisheng Moran, the other sisters were gentle, quiet, and warm like mothers…. Staying with them and having gentle and indulgent gazes cast on him felt extremely comfortable. But Moran seemed a bit melancholic.0

"What's wrong, Little Fish?" Tianming asked.0

"We're progressing too slow," Moran said...0