"Damn you, Wormhole Express! How unreliable, what happened to the platinum VIP services? What a fraud, and you're ignoring me now?!"
In the starry skies, there was a group of majestic ghosts. Amongst them was someone particularly offbeat and furtive. On one hand, he was pretending to hurry on with the other spirits, on the other, he was busy with his business, sneakily taking out his photon computer to communicate with the outside world.
"What's the point even talking about improving your service and expanding your business into the broken universe among the primal chaos? I'm telling you, I want to put in a complaint! Your express company is so unreliable!"
Chu Feng lowered his voice as he expressed his dissatisfaction.
However, he then stared blankly as his photon computer lost signal. Was this caused by the Wormhole Express Company?
Oh no!