May we still be young when we meet again.
Thinking back to the words left for the companions at farewell, still feels like yesterday.
"What about the beacons we left before?" Mu Fan asked softly.
Black's voice was unwavering, "No signal has been received, currently there are two possibilities: one is destruction, the other is being shielded by some special force field. My database calculation leans towards the second possibility, after all, finding and destroying those beacons in space itself is a meaningless action."
However, as Black's words just fell silent, another faintly aged voice rang in his ears, it was none other than the rarely appearing Immortal Divine Race Mohandas.
"The Insect Clan's purpose is extremely strong, all group actions are arranged by the Brain Worm, their ultimate goal is always plundering survival resources. So it must be their force field interfering with the signal reception, I understand them well."
