Ling Fei, Luo Fei, and Xian Fei gazed at Chu Yuan, who stood with his hands clasped behind his back. The emperor's silhouette seemed even more imposing over the years, as grandiose as the heavens and the earth.
He held up the sky of Dawu, captivating their eyes.
When he smiled, it felt like bathing in the spring breeze.
When he got angry, it felt like an earth-shattering event.
This was their man.
"Come, let's wait for their good news."
Chu Yuan smiled as he saw his three beloved consorts arrive.
At this moment, a fleet of thousands of Starry Sky Battleships sailed majestically through the universe, lined up neatly in the outer star space.
Upon learning the news about the Wanderer's Nest, Chu Yuan had long since dispatched the Artifact Refining Masters to set up teleportation channels. Otherwise, who knows how long the journey would have taken?
"Make war on the Wanderer's Nest!"
Yang Hong was also immensely excited.
