"Thanks a lot, Jiao Long!"
"You're welcome, Master. Serving you is the very mission Jiao Long was born for!"
The mechanical voice sounded, and the opened passage extended out.
Su Ping took the lead and walked out of the cabin.
The weather in Linzhou was even hotter than in the Imperial Capital.
But the air of his hometown made Su Ping narrow his eyes subconsciously, feeling the complete relaxation of nerves that had been taut for so long, as if a sense of lightness was seeping out from every pore.
As the saying goes, a gold nest and a silver nest aren't as good as your own doghouse, and now his own place wasn't a doghouse anymore!
Then Su Ping glanced around.
A temporarily repaired landing pad stretched wide and flat.
And this was the temporary landing zone that had been built over the past half month inside the Heart of Myriad Spirits.
At this moment, figures were already standing outside the perimeter, waiting for Su Ping's return.
