"Wait."
Huo Ling'er drew a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down.
"Wait for Sect Master Yang to come out. Right now, only he can lead us out of this desperate situation."
Her voice gradually quieted all the panicked women present.
That was right. They still had Sect Master Yang.
That omnipotent man who could always create miracles.
As long as he was there, they still had hope.
Time slowly passed amid this stifling yet hope-filled waiting.
No one knew how long it had been. Perhaps a day, perhaps two.
During Void Travel, time had already lost its meaning.
At last, the tightly shut door to the control room slowly opened.
A tall figure walked out. It was Yang Lingtian.
Although his face was still somewhat pale, his aura had recovered by seventy to eighty percent.
His gaze swept over the female prodigies on the deck, who were looking at him with hopeful eyes, and he slowly spoke.
"Come over here. Let's hold a meeting."
Soon, more than a thousand female prodigies had gathered on the deck.
Yang Lingtian looked at them and said solemnly:
"First, I have some good news for everyone. We're temporarily safe."
"With Yiyue's... ahem, with the help of one of my friends, the warship has entered a hyperspace route and completely shaken off that Golden Armored Divine King."
Hearing this, all the women breathed sighs of relief, joy appearing on their faces.
"But..." Yang Lingtian changed tack. "We're also facing a huge problem now."
"We're lost."
"This void is vast and boundless. We have no idea which direction Northern Peace Continent lies in."
"Although the warship's energy can still support us for some time..."
"If we can't find the correct course, sooner or later our energy will run out, and we'll be trapped to death