Interstellar Exile: My Safehouse Connects to the Mortal Realm

[Interstellar + dream-ink master + safehouse + healing + mutual devotion]

A dream-ink master from 1960s China swings her ancestral incense rod: a tower helps people escape a dead end, while a bell subdues criminals.

The exiles on the planet are baffled. “A dreamweaver is supposed to build safehouses. How can one be used as a weapon?”

The “Red Wolves,” an organization no one on the exile planet has dared to touch for decades, run into an opponent even more brazen than they are.

A mysterious dreamweaver rises to the top of the black market's wanted list overnight.

The long incense rod at her waist bears runes from another world; the teacup-sized cat in her arms has eyes so blue they seem to see right through people.

What she's looking for is a missing adopted younger brother, and a way home.

They say there are no miracles in the interstellar age.

Luo Qingqing smiles. Brick by brick, starting from the exile planet, she'll rebuild a world where people can live in peace.

A tower from the start, and from there, she'll win them over with her skills!