Many of the Bearded People were drunk. Eighty-four years! At last, they could leave this godforsaken place that never saw daylight and see the blue skies and white clouds that haunted their dreams. At last, they could return to the embrace of their mother civilization. How many eighty-four-year stretches did a lifetime hold?
The thought alone made them want to cry.
As for Gangduo, who had developed a trace of ambition, he finally stopped spouting nonsense.
He was thinking about the hero's welcome he would receive upon returning to the Main Civilization! He had to secure not only power and status for himself, but better treatment for everyone aboard the ship. With twelve thousand loyal followers under his command, just how much could he accomplish!
The Admiral, renowned for his strength, caution, and wisdom, wore a rare expression of exuberance.
Then... he felt a little tired again.
Truly, so tired!
"Enjoy your food and drinks. I'm going back to my room to pack." Zhang Ming said goodbye to the Macrosteel People, picked up the dog bed, and returned to his room.
"Please, go ahead!" Gangduo also knew that this Transcendent had little interest in elaborate social formalities, so he merely offered a casual reply.
"Brother Hao, sleep with Little White. Even if something happens in my room, don't come in."
"Awoo! (Okay, even if you scream yourself hoarse, we won't come in.)" Little White gave a howl.
As Stone Mama's Turtle Grandson, Little White had, after all this cultivation, acquired some ability in Spirit Language.
"If I scream myself hoarse, you should still come in and take a look..." Zhang Ming cursed, returned to his room, and calmed his slightly uneasy heart.
He had a strange premonition that once the final seal was completed, the Demon God [Unfulfilled Wish] would