As he thought, Lin Xian directly entered the consciousness into the Black Star Forge, attempting to call Chu Yan, but there was still no response.
For safety, he decisively exited the Black Star Forge, and at that moment, a long-lost voice suddenly rang in his ear.
[I'm here]
"Grace!!?!" Lin Xian never expected it to be Grace's voice.
[It's me, long time no see. Are you currently safe?]
Lin Xian quickly asked: "What's going on? Has the South Heavenly Gate lost control, or is there a problem on your end?"
On the Blue Star stationary orbit, the enormous photovoltaic wings of the South Heavenly Gate defense platform silently rotated like light wings, countless servomotors precisely calibrating angles, aiming every inch of the alloy panels at the blazing sun.
