Yu Lian and his comrades all felt that since they could receive news from Yaochi across the Star Gate, news from other places shouldn't be much longer in coming. As long as their forces were still resisting, had not been wiped out, and had not lost their ability to communicate, they would send word sooner or later.
Yu Lian decided to keep waiting.
Of course, as a theater commander, he couldn't just sit in his office playing games while he waited. So he took advantage of the time to visit the sacred planet called Penglai.
Looking at the pioneer camp, ranches, farms, and fully equipped environmental laboratory already built on the planet, and at the modest but energetic construction work unfolding before him, Yu Lian felt rather strange.
In another timeline, he had landed on this planet too. He had even seriously considered shutting down Bai Yujing's business, buying a plot of land here, and spending his retirement farming. But as it turned out, even if the big shots out in the wilderness really did find an open-air gold mine, most of the profits still went to the bigwigs on the East Coast. The scraps were like a bone tossed to the dogs, left for the fiercest and most eager one to lick clean.
At the time, the New Shenzhou Republic must still have had too much dignity to play lapdog, so it had simply handed over the whole piece of meat.
So when Yu Lian left New Shenzhou in his previous life, this planet—which, on paper, had air sweet enough to breathe—was still a desolate wasteland. How could it possibly have looked so full of life?
Past and future always converged in his reality, but it was rare to see reality surpass the future. Yet his instincts kept solemnly