Bai Yujun had specifically warned them not to make consecutive Spatial Jumps.
They were not pressed for those few days.
Making thousands of consecutive Spatial Jumps could truly drive a dragon mad. A mortal would probably vomit their brains out, let alone with two weak, injured patients aboard. She had gone through so much trouble to save them; she could not let two thousand Spatial Jumps shake them to death.
The spacecraft shut off its navigation lights, banked into a turn, and slowly accelerated for the return journey.
In the corridor, an old and a young azure dragon clutched gourds and guzzled water, each holding roughly a lake's worth.
The spring water was filling. Drink as much as you wanted.
Bai Yujun skillfully switched on the dining room lights, pointed at the table to indicate they could sit wherever they liked, then took a cup and floated over to the beverage machine. She selected blueberry juice and tapped confirm, receiving a cup of sweet blueberry juice in a lovely color.
She set the blueberry juice on the table, then turned to take out a heap of snacks, spirit fruits, and energy-rich pills from a box.
Floating back to the table, she pushed the pills and spirit fruits toward the two injured patients and kept the snacks for herself.
"Eat something first. We'll treat your injuries after we return to the Primordial Main World."
The old dragon and the woman hurriedly nodded in thanks.
"Thank you, Senior."
Bai Yujun did not care about the form of address.
Cultivators were accustomed to judging how to address someone by cultivation. Aside from a select few, quasi-saints were practically the ceiling of all living beings in the Primordial Universe. Besides, in terms of seniority, she truly was their senior. Though the old dragon looked