The artist pulls out a weeping willow tree

After confirming that the fusion of the spiritual sea barrier was successful, Jixiang decisively chose to rest between continuing the fusion or taking a rest.

Thinking of the pain he felt yesterday when repairing his spiritual sea, Jixiang couldn't help but shiver.

She still vaguely remembered that after the repair yesterday, she fell asleep directly due to the pain. She should take it slow as her spiritual sea also needed to be stabilized.

After thinking it through, Jixiang heard the growling of her stomach. She was so hungry!

Jixiang was so hungry that he didn't even bother to wash up. He just grabbed a tube of nutrient solution next to his pillow, opened it and poured it into his mouth.

Jixiang drank one bottle of nutrient solution and then another, but still felt very hungry.

Driven by hunger, Jixiang ran downstairs with messy hair. She had to go to the kitchen to get nutrient solution.

Old man Ji, who was sitting on the sofa in the living room, looked at Jixiang who looked so messy, and couldn't help but frowned and shouted, "Jixiang?"

After a long while, when Old Man Ji couldn't help but shout a second time, Jixiang slowly replied, "Hey, good morning, Grandpa!"

Old man Ji looked at Jixiang who was walking towards him while patting his belly. He was so lucky that he couldn't stand Jixiang's sloppy appearance. "You are so sloppy, your hair is like a madman, and there is eye boogers in the corners of your eyes." Old man Ji said with disgust, "Why don't you clean yourself up quickly." What a look he is.

Jixiang listened to old man Ji's disgusted words, stretched out his fingers and scratched the corner of his eye, and sure enough, there was a lump of eye mucus, "Huh? Really, I..."

Old man Ji felt even more hurt and interrupted Jixiang, saying, "You are still fingering it. Why don't you go and wash it for me?" This is simply outrageous.

Jixiang couldn't help but say, "What's wrong with me picking my eye mucus? I...I'll go wash it now."

Seeing old man Ji's face gradually darkening, Jixiang couldn't say any more. He just had to be timid and went back to his room to wash up.

Looking at Jixiang's back as he went upstairs, Old Man Ji's expression finally relaxed.

He lowered his head and continued to look at the teacup in his hand. It was made of white porcelain, smooth as jade, with thin and transparent walls, and a pearl-like luster.

"This is... white porcelain, pure and clean, and as smooth as jade." Jixiang, who had just finished tidying himself up and came back, suddenly exclaimed.

Old Man Ji finally came back to his senses from the charm of white porcelain, raised his head and looked at Jixiang carefully, "Don't run around in such a sloppy manner next time."

Jixiang responded perfunctorily. Her attention was now on the imitation white porcelain in Old Man Ji's hand. She wanted to circle around Old Man Ji madly, and her restless little paws were knocked away by Old Man Ji several times.

"Don't move." Old Man Ji said coldly.

"Why? I told you this!" Jixiang was unhappy.

"This is something I discovered through my own experiments bit by bit." Old Man Ji said nonchalantly.

Jixiang argued, "Without me, you wouldn't even know about this thing, let alone experiment with it."

Old man Ji remained unmoved. He looked at Jixiang staring at the imitation white porcelain in his hand, scratching his ears and cheeks anxiously. After teasing Jixiang for a long time, old man Ji handed the imitation white porcelain to Jixiang.

Jixiang didn't bother to argue with him and held the white porcelain teacup and looked at it carefully.

She came to a strange interstellar world alone. Although she did not have many emotional ties to the people in her former world, she always felt a sense of loss, alienation and panic when facing the strange civilization and culture.

Therefore, she worked hard to integrate into the interstellar world while also working hard to replicate the true creations of her own civilization.

Whether it was furniture or jewelry, paintings or statues, all the civilizational creations that were familiar to her and engraved in her bones, more or less brought her a sense of conversion and inner peace.

She couldn't go back, and every time she looked at the civilization she had replicated, she knew this more clearly than ever.

Jixiang is no longer afraid now and has begun to accept this world, but her longing for her hometown will probably accompany her throughout her life.

Jixiang stroked the imitation white porcelain teacup in his hand carefully, and suddenly felt a little sad.

Old Man Ji looked at Jixiang who had suddenly become silent, somewhat confused.

He was able to confirm that the ancient civilization that Jixiang was so familiar with and understood was not in the records of ancient civilization research recorded in Interstellar.

But looking at Jixiang's appearance, it seems that he has always lived in such a civilization. Could it be a barbaric planet that is not part of the Interstellar Alliance?

Old Man Ji looked at Jixiang with some inquiry. Could the people from the Savage Planet have such talent?

Ji·Savage Planet·Xiang: "..."

Jixiang, who was trapped in his emotions, suddenly felt a little creepy. In an instant, all his emotions, longings, and sadness disappeared.

Jixiang suddenly turned his head and was shocked to see the extremely complicated facial expression of old man Ji, who had no time to retract it. "Grandpa, what's wrong with you? No, what's wrong with me?" Why is it so weird?

When Old Man Ji saw that Jixiang had seen him, he thought for a moment and decided to ask honestly, "What planet are you from? You don't seem to be from the Interstellar Alliance from what you know."

Facing the inquiring eyes of old man Ji, Jixiang couldn't help but feel his heart beating wildly. Not knowing what to say, Jixiang decided to talk nonsense, "As for me, I don't know which planet I am from. My deepest memory is wandering. These things are what I saw and heard when I was wandering. Alas, I don't know what civilization the natives are from. They are just a little poor, but they are very kind to me and taught me a lot."

Old man Ji frowned and thought about it, not knowing whether to believe it or not. Anyway, he didn't dwell on the matter.

Jixiang pretended to be indifferent and turned his head, fixing his eyes on the teacup, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.