"Oh, I get it, I get it. These taxes are way too high; they skim a cut off everything. How's a person supposed to live? Forget it, it's none of my business anyway."
With four hundred trillion in hand, Li Pan couldn't be bothered with these dog-eat-dog trivialities. He crawled back into the ecological capsule, then closed his eyes, concentrated his mental energy, connected to the waypoint, and activated his Psychic Vision.
In an instant, the consciousness of Li Pan, dressed in a suit with a handkerchief over his face, stood before the PCC waypoint. The multi-layered ring core and the purple orb in front of him seemed to sense something as well, opening a gate and unleashing howling winds and sand.
Just like on the way there, Li Pan followed the guidance of the Psychic Power Waymark, casting his consciousness into the channel of the PCC, and, heeding the call of the winds and sands, he stepped through the gate.
