This spaceship wasn't particularly large. Compared to the duel-field base Zhao Rui had once stayed at, it was downright tiny—smaller than even one of the transport ships there.
Still, it was better than nothing.
Zhao Rui glanced at the two "women" prostrated on the ground. 'Hmm, I suppose you could call them women.' Aside from pointed ears like an elf's, they looked almost human.
They had sharp, chiseled faces with delicate features and smooth skin that held a faint, light-blue sheen.
Their figures were lithe and their waists slender. Their prostrated forms only served to accentuate their distinct, sensual curves.
'All in all, they're quite in line with human aesthetics.'
"Can your planet freely travel the star system?"
Zhao Rui didn't rush to answer them, nor did he tell them to rise. He simply spoke in a detached tone.
His attitude was a world of difference from how he had violently tossed their sphere around earlier.
