The transport ship glided smoothly through outer space, and Yang Ming snored in the pilot's seat.
Lyu's projection appeared and disappeared at intervals, seemingly waiting for Yang Ming to wake up so he could report some unimportant news.
Not until the transport ship entered Yang Ming's residence in the Wind territory—part of the medium-sized transport ships belonging to the Fourth Fleet composite formation—did Lyu speak to wake Yang Ming.
"Boss, we're home!"
"Hmm?"
Yang Ming opened his eyes, "How long did I sleep? Is there any news about Po Suo?"
"Not yet," Lyu said softly, "We have done our best to set up monitoring in that airspace, using mining ships to form an alert network. There's a high probability we can detect Po Suo once she appears."
"She should have already regained her strength."
Yang Ming rubbed his eyes and pulled himself together,
