"Poof—"
What the heck is an ancestor?!
Night Ten didn't expect this old man to speak the United Human language, but opening with that left him totally baffled.
It reminded him of when he landed in Jinjaron Harbor a long, long time ago.
The people there were also amazed by their equipment, exclaiming them to be "Iron Men."
But at least those people could communicate, and soon things turned normal.
"Quick, act quickly!"
A hurried prompt came over the communication channel.
Night Ten could tell that Jiang Xuezhou, watching the drama unfold from synchronic orbit, was even more anxious than him on the scene.
"I know..."
Night Ten replied hoarsely, then coughed, turned on his power armor loudspeaker, looked at the old man prostrated before him and a bunch of young men, and said.
"Everyone... speak standing up."
Most of the people didn't understand what he was saying, but the old man seemed to understand, muttering something while shakily getting to his feet.
