The hatch opened, and Wang Xuan walked into the control room, a hundred-square-meter hall, home to the control systems of the various modules of the interstellar battleship, truly the absolute core.
Usually, soldiers would rest in the recreation room. In an era where virtual technology is highly advanced, soldiers can experience everything in the virtual world, allowing them both rest and training.
At this moment, there were only three or five people in the control center.
"You're here."
Di Xuan sat in the main control position. The screen ahead projected celestial data from hundreds of fixed star systems spanning dozens of light-years.
He wasn't surprised at all by Wang Xuan's three-year disappearance; while the true self loved cultivation and comprehension, he preferred fighting and was addicted to the thrill and excitement.
"Has anything changed in the past three years?"
