"Hahaha!"
Yang Fan burst out laughing.
"Your husband isn't some bad guy."
Just then, Yang Fan suddenly received a message on Feixun.
He glanced down at it, then stood up.
"Someone sent me a message. I'm heading out for a bit."
Gu Le asked curiously, "Who's it from?"
The corners of Yang Fan's mouth lifted.
"My blind date."
"For your husband's 'stock' to keep rising, I naturally have to go out and put in some effort."
With that, Yang Fan left the villa and headed to the backyard.
The Lu Family's Airship was already parked there.
Yang Fan boarded the Airship and entered the coordinates Lu Yanran had given him.
The next moment, the Airship started up and cruised automatically deeper into the frontline.
The entire Human Race Frontline looked like an enormous fortress suspended in the endless void.
Countless stretches of land, buildings, and military installations were linked together by an immense spatial structure.
There was none of the comfortable living environment found in ordinary starfields here.
Divine lifeforms were herded into specially designated pigeonhole enclosures.
Their existence resembled production machines that never stopped running, continuously supplying the frontline with basic food, materials, and all manner of daily necessities.
Demigods, meanwhile, relied on proxy wars to make a living.
Only gods could truly have independent residences and enjoy a measure of dignity.
The stronger they were and the higher their status, the better the accommodations they could enjoy.
There was also one fact everyone on the frontline knew.
The weak could only live on the outer edges of the frontline, where alien races could invade at any moment.
Conversely, the closer one got to the Warfront Starfield, the more powerful beings gathered there, making it safer instead.
The Airship Yang Fan was aboard was currently flying steadily toward