"Ireel, what's wrong with you? Why such an exaggerated expression? Is this five-star user level very high?" Zhang Menglong curiously looked at Ireel.
His expression couldn't be described as just surprised; it was almost as if he had seen a ghost!
"Brother Zhang, are you really from a planet that hasn't joined the Universal Alliance yet?" Ireel repeatedly confirmed, his voice even trembling.
Was this really a secret he ought to know? Knowing for so long, surely he wouldn't be silenced, would he?
"Of course, it's true," Zhang Menglong said, "I'll be honest with you, our planet is called Earth. Not long ago, a spaceship from a Level Two civilization called the Durando civilization visited. I blasted that spaceship, but it transmitted our planet's information back to its home planet. I had no choice but to try my luck with the bank account my ancestors left to me."
