In an instant, a year passed.
A life without danger gradually numbed everyone inside the spaceship, even Feng Xuezi and Fu Bai slightly relaxed their vigilance and began cultivating, discussing how to build a better new array around the defense belt.
Here, it was peaceful, and everyone gradually developed the idea that perhaps staying here could avoid the Great Annihilation.
Yu Hong maintained a frequency of visiting Yiyi Ku Chan once a week, dedicating all other time to cultivation.
He carved the figure and face of Quan He once again out of metal, but upon finishing, he found the visage felt unfamiliar even to himself.
It seemed that even he was gradually forgetting what Quan He looked like...
He gently erased the expression on the metal statue, lifted his head, and gazed out the window. Although the room maintained a constant temperature, he felt an inexplicable chill in his heart.
