The series of transformations just now had been truly breathtaking.
Everyone had seen ingenious mechanisms before, but a mechanism of such immense scale and exquisite complexity was another matter entirely.
Even well-traveled people like Li Chuanyang and Ruan Liangyu felt somewhat shaken.
They could tell that the two starships in midair were of an exceptionally high grade, not something an ordinary person could possess. Even a Middle God might not be able to afford them.
"Fan Lang, where did you get these two ships?" Ruan Liangyu could not help asking.
"They came through legitimate means, anyway. I didn't steal or rob them," Fan Lang answered.
"That told me nothing."
"The important thing isn't where these two ships came from, but the ships themselves."
"These two ships are clearly top-tier goods. Their grades can't be below Nineteen-Star Grade. Starships of this caliber are best piloted by Middle Gods. Having your people pilot them is simply a waste."
"Yes, that's true. Having ships alone isn't enough; you need people who can pilot them. I'll find a way to solve the manpower problem."
As Fan Lang spoke, many possible captain candidates surfaced in his mind.
The universe was full of talent. Some people were exceptionally skilled at piloting starships and could bring out a starship's full potential. Fan Lang had no such talent under his command for the time being; it was a complete blank that would definitely need filling later.
He intended to build a well-rounded cosmic force in the future. This was only the beginning.
After admiring the two starships, Fan Lang put them away.
There were not enough people yet. Even these two starships would be difficult to operate, let alone the other advanced starships. There was no point in taking them all out now.
That same night, elsewhere.