Aerospace Department.
Gu Yi paid a visit to the head of the aerospace, Master Zheng.
"Oh, Commander Gu, what wind has blown you here?"
Master Zheng saw Gu Yi and smiled as broadly as Maitreya Buddha.
"Uncle Zheng, just call me Little Yi," Gu Yi replied with a wry smile.
In the entire group, aside from Li Yan, all the twenty-some Hall Masters were over sixty years old and were all uncles or elders to Gu Yi.
The reason Uncle Zheng was so cordial and enthusiastic had a cause.
Since the nation had started promoting the cultivation civilization, the development of scientific research had become particularly awkward.
Your firearms were immune to those Martial Artists above the Innate Level.
Your missiles and nuclear weapons couldn't be detonated due to the restrictions on Earth.
