Two cosmic days later, Sun Harmony arrived at a cosmic wormhole.
A cosmic warp of 18,000 light-years was an unprecedented experience for Lulu.
She had piloted the Thousand Feather race's starship before, but the most she had done was enter a natural wormhole and complete a mid-distance cosmic warp.
Although she was prepared, she was still so nervous that her wings trembled slightly.
Wang Ye exclaimed and walked over.
Just as Zhu Youcan had said, the wings of the Thousand Feather race were very magical. The fine vibrations were very exquisite. It was like a wind chime playing, touching one's heart.
Wang Ye curiously touched it lightly. A wonderful feeling spread from his fingertips to his heart, hitting the depths of his soul.
