Wen Qinxi would have loved to go to lunch with him but he was in the middle of nowhere and wouldn't be back for at least another week.
"Remember that pilgrimage spaceship I told you about?" asked Wen Qinxi sitting by the window while looking out into the cold inky vacuum outside.
"Yeah I remember," he said wondering where Zhao Xieshu was leading this conversation to. Did he find it?
"I think I might have found where the rest of the wreckage is. I have been out looking for it," replied Wen Qinxi, "so I can't go to lunch with you."
