Old Yue the Third asked: Is the nation prosperous? Are the people safe? Are my sons still alive?

On the other side of the phone screen, Yue Qinhu froze completely.

His face, which had only just regained a trace of vitality, filled with shock and disbelief.

"Old Xu, don't you fool me! Seventy years-how could things have changed so completely?"

Yue Qinhu's voice suddenly rose, brimming with urgency and doubt!

"Sending people beyond the highest heavens? Do you take me for a three-year-old, listening to your fairy tales?! That's heaven! That's where the Jade Emperor lives!"

His words gave countless commanders in the Cemetery an absurd sense that time and space had become tangled.

But no one could laugh.

They knew that to an old man whose memories had stopped seventy years ago, when even televisions were rarities, crewed spaceflight truly was stranger than mythology!

"Big Brother Yue, I'm not fooling you!"

Xu Anbang straightened his back, every word ringing with conviction!

"Listen carefully-"

"We forged a Divine Vessel for the highest heavens, powered by Thunderclap, and sent it soaring ninety thousand li into the sky! Our astronauts have long since looked down upon our beautiful mountains and rivers from a celestial palace called [Heavenly Palace]!"

"The moon you and I once gazed up at now bears the flag of our Dragon Kingdom!"

Boom!

Yue Qinhu's body shook violently!

He could not imagine that scene, but he could understand the supreme glory in those words!

"Then... what about those missiles?"

Yue Qinhu's breathing grew heavy. "That delivery thing you mentioned-can it really strike that far away?"

"It's not just about distance!"

Xu Anbang swept his arm with boundless pride, as though surveying the entire realm!

"Our Dragon Kingdom now has a divine sword that guards the nation, called [East Wind]!"

"This sword stays sheathed until it is needed. Once drawn, it can calm the waves of every sea