Feifei looked at Yu Lian's utterly disbelieving face and chuckled. "To be fair, you've said it yourself before: we can't let stereotypes interfere with our judgment. People, like history, are material, and they change."
Yu Lian had indeed said that, more than once. He'd even used it to teach everyone and remind himself to reflect on his own biases, but emotionally, he still found it hard to accept.
"What's the situation at Dusk Gate?" he asked.
"No movement so far."
Even if they were waiting for orders from above, they'd been on standby for far too long. It was certainly open to question.
Of course, as a competent marshal, he still had to go along with things on the surface. So he instructed them, "In any case, keep a close watch."
Aside from this unimaginative, routine order, he really didn't know what expression he should make.
Still, the Imperial fleet at Dusk Gate didn't matter much anymore to Yu Lian's fleet.
An hour later, as the large guard ships that had been "parasitized" chugged their way into the asteroid belt, the Enterprise reported that all the Imperial warships had either been sunk or fled the system.
Yu Lian's fleet swaggered out of the system, turned onto a secondary route, and once again parted ways with Sherry's swarm fleet, which had already set foot on the Emperor's Highway.
This time, both sides would have a bright future, and the time until their next "parting" would surely be shorter than last time.
They both felt that way.
Four hours after Yu Lian's fleet left the Chaomen Alpha system, the main force of the Imperial Guard Fleet arrived in all its might. They were faster than the Silent's intelligence department had predicted, and even faster than Sherry had expected.
Even so, they found