I'll Be Back Soon

After receiving news that the White Wind Channel's terminal station had come under attack,

the White Wolf Starfield immediately ordered the formations of the high-speed channel shut down,

so that the spirit vessels within the channel could turn around and retreat.

As soon as the news spread, the already sparse spirit vessels in the channel all turned their prows at once and sped back toward the White Wolf Starfield.

Yet a few vessels were exceptions.

Those large spirit vessels engraved with the exclusive emblems of Noble Clans and sects all remained frozen in place.

After all, they were all figures of standing from their respective factions.

If they truly turned around and fled first, how would they ever have the face to meet anyone once word got out?

Just then, an aged voice suddenly rang out.

"Why are you all lingering in the channel? The White Wind terminal station has been attacked, and the Star Alliance is in trouble. How can we simply stand by and watch?"

Everyone was startled and turned toward the voice.

On the deck of a large spirit vessel not far away stood an old man with white hair and beard.

When the old man's gaze swept over them, no one even dared make a sound, afraid of being recognized.

Seeing this, the sternness in the old man's eyes gradually gathered into anger, and his voice turned several degrees colder.

"If you don't wish to go, then forget it. Move aside at once. Don't squat here and block the way!"

Long after the old man's words fell,

the surrounding spirit vessels remained utterly motionless, playing deaf and dumb.

So you're the capable one? You're the brave one? Showing off, are you?

At this sight, the old man's brows knotted tightly in fury, and he fiercely swept