Lost seemed surprised at the question before he laughed,
"That person? Oh you mean my father? Well, that's an over-exaggeration don't you think? I mean he has only destroyed, let's see, ten, hundred and twenty, no, if I add the other thirty worlds near the edges of the Cerulean Galaxy it makes it a hundred and fifty-five, but all that is due to war so that does not count.
"Now when it came to building the Forge, that was when he went all out. I think Father ate ten thousand planets, or was it twenty thousand… Every day he was eating a lot, I thought he would get fat! You would expect something like this to happen, surely you would understand what I mean, don't you, Big Guy?"
As Lost became lost in thought as he tried to count the number of resource planets that Rowan had devoured during the creation of the Forge and all the materials he needed to build a semi–fifth-dimensional space, the face of Han Li and the rest of Great Sages became increasingly grimmer.
