Hao Ren followed the sound and saw a tall man in a gray-white uniform standing several meters away. Almost everyone here wore the same clothes, and the man's face was utterly unremarkable as well, so Hao Ren had no impression of him. However, the man walked over of his own accord. After looking up and down at the image projected by the Data Terminal, he repeated, "Nolan?"
"You are..." Nolan looked at the unfamiliar man in confusion. "Do I know you?"
"I'm Ulanov." The stranger paused before immediately realizing what was going on. "I don't think I've ever met you in this appearance."
"Ulanov?!" Hao Ren's eyes widened as he stared in astonishment at the tall, healthy man. He really had never expected to reunite with him under these circumstances—it was only logical, yet completely unexpected. "I never thought I'd see you here... I suddenly saw you with a face and didn't even dare recognize you!"
Ulanov's expression stiffened for a moment. He rubbed his face with an amused, helpless look. "I wasn't born wearing a mask. Ah, meeting you reminds me of those 'dreams.' What unbearable memories... Oh, shouldn't I call you Lord or Planet Governor now?"
Ulanov's expression grew slightly strange. He looked at Hao Ren with an awkward, ill-at-ease smile. "I just came out of the Social Adaptation Department, and I also heard the teachings of the Root of Origin. You seem to be the owner of this planet."
To be honest, he was like the other Zhuom people who had only recently awakened and still couldn't quite understand the situation before them. Unlike the others, however, he had met Hao Ren before and spent a long time with him, which made him especially unsure of how to act now. Hao Ren himself didn't think much of