Back in the living room at No. 66 Wutong Road, Yu Sheng slumped onto the sofa, exhaled deeply, and for a moment felt a sense of fulfillment.
No matter what strange business he was fighting outside with the heavens changing color and floods raging, as long as he could come home and lie down peacefully like this, his heart could finally settle.
The expedition fleet at Boundary Land was still dealing with the cleanup of the Hidden Monastery's territory, aid construction on Pasture Star would soon commence, monitoring and research facilities on Black Star's orbit would be gradually established in the coming days, Luo went home to visit relatives but would be back in a couple of days, while the old commander stayed on Black Star, not planning to return to Qianfeng Ling Mountain for a while—they all had their own matters to attend to, just like every time the dust settled, one group began their holiday, and another began overtime.
