Pan Yun quickly injected the prepared medicine into the life pod. Before she could even stop to catch her breath, her mentor dragged her off to write all kinds of reports, attend all sorts of forums, and answer questions from officials and professors at every level.
Pan Yun: ...
All of a sudden, she felt that even if bandits were waiting at the ascension gate, it would still be better than coming back to deal with all this.
At least that would have been a brand-new world, full of excitement.
Regret came too late.
Pan Yun wiped her face and decisively recorded a video of her experiences and the changes in the Spirit Realm, stuffed it to her mentor, then took Pan Little Black and hid away to study space.
Miao Zhen and the others, however, were thrilled.
This was a brand-new world.
Everything here was so novel. Many things that had existed only in Junior Martial Uncle's imaginings had appeared here.
But their Ming Dynasty was no slouch either.
As Miao Zhen and the others familiarized themselves with this new world, they also recommended their Ming Dynasty to everyone they met.
They did not know why they were doing it. They simply did so on instinct.
Perhaps it was because they had spent too long with Senior Brother and had been influenced by his business mindset—whether there were dates on the tree or not, swing the pole three times. What if one day this world connected to the Ming Dynasty? They could travel back and forth, and goods could circulate between them.
The Ming Dynasty had plenty of good things, after all.
Seeing how excited they were, how they had not only made new friends but also stopped coming home, Pan Yun considered the differing flow of time between