The time to leave has finally come.
Standing in the command room and looking at the Anshune Star not far away, Fang Zheng sighed with some reluctance. He had been in this world for almost two months now, during which time Fang Zheng almost had his fleet girl go through all the things left by the Forerunner, taking whatever could be taken, recording whatever could be recorded, and collecting whatever could be collected.
This cosmic journey was the one with the richest harvest for Fang Zheng, but it also consumed the most. Over a hundred Warships of Sea Mist consumed Dimensional Points in this world by the tens of thousands almost every day, not to mention before Fang Zheng had almost depleted half of his stored Dimensional Points to take in the Forerunner's manufacturing plant and the Ship of Inheritance.
