Jiang Xiaoxiao reluctantly admitted, the old man was gone, and there was no need to fuss over a dead person.
"Ah, are you my sister? Sister, sister, I've been waiting for you for so long. Hurry up and take me to find Number Ten!"
"Number Ten?"
Alright then!
The Meteorite Ring clearly pointed her in the direction, "I am Number Nine, and Number Ten is the other fragment of the meteorite. Because of the last explosion and a countless number of high-quality objects thrown into it, it mutated. The meteorite was completely shattered into pieces. The most important thing is that Number Ten has developed its own intelligence and escaped."
"Haven't you also developed intelligence?"
"I was created by Dad, and the intelligence is derived from him. Number Ten is not; it self-generated. Our meteorite has the ability to tear through space-time, and now Number Ten has completely disappeared without a trace,
scattered across various space-times."
"Then how do we find it?"
